Recently, there have been a lot of bad reviews. Take a day off and think about some questions.

As I wrote the book, I felt more and more that I might not be able to write this kind of nonsensical comedy.

The direct reason is my glass heart and my mentality when facing bad reviews, but the deeper reason is that I have changed.

I'm not the carefree teenager anymore.

I used to think, "I think it's funny, I'm going to write it!" ”

Now I'm like, "Is that interesting?" Is that a poison written? It should be okay to write like that, right? ”

Suffering from gains and losses, nervousness, and heaviness, he is more and more like a middle-aged uncle who worries about his work performance every day, rather than the young man who can immerse himself in his own world with a piece of paper and a pen, and be alone for a long time.

I haven't laughed for a long time, but I'm still imitating the success model of the past, trying to restore my teenage self.

As a result, the jokes are not funny enough, and too much pen and ink is spent in order to write jokes, sacrificing others, and it is very thin in character portrayal and contradictions.

Maybe that's a mistake.

To be honest, the main plot of this book is not a simple comedy story; I originally wanted to wrap it in the skin of nonsensical comedy and entice people to slowly immerse themselves in the story.

But now it seems that this is self-defeating.

Let's take a day off and take it slowly. Let me think hard about how to write it after that.

Whether to continue to focus on creating laughter, or to highlight the main line early and make the atmosphere more serious.

Sorry, guys. It's me who is too hypocritical. I'm sorry for the delay, but I do need time to be still.

See you tomorrow.

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Addendum: Give an example of how outrageous I am right now...

This chapter was sent out, and it immediately received a lot of supportive comments.

My first reaction was not, "There are so many people supporting me, I want to be confident!" ”；

My knee-jerk reaction was: "There are still so many people who support me, and I have been pretentious for a day, will it disappoint everyone and make more people hate me and choose to leave?" ”

Then I said that I wanted to rest slowly, but my brain couldn't be idle, thinking about whether to hurry up and code the word, and continue the update as soon as possible, so as not to disappoint everyone.

Riding a horse, I myself think I'm sick.

It seems that I am really not suitable for writing comedy.