Halfway through April, I tried to tell myself that I wasn't alone on the road.

It is still customary to go back and look at each chapter, correct typos, straighten out some sentences, and seek a little improvement in each deliberation.

It's still customary to think about tomorrow's chapter in the middle of the night, who to meet, what will happen, and make the protagonist gradually plump up in every little thing.

It is still customary to pour yourself a glass of boiling water and take a sip to moisten your anxious tongue buds when you are anxious about a plot.

I'm still used to looking at the outline and clicking on each chapter before it's finalized, which makes me feel a little bit motivated.

I am still accustomed to reading the book of the great god after completing the tasks set for myself every day, and tell myself that one day, the location of the great god may be touched.

I am still accustomed to persuading myself with one sentence in my worries that if I work hard, I will definitely succeed, and if I don't succeed, it is because I haven't tried hard enough.

If there is a God in the world, God will see my progress, and if there is no God in the world, at least, I know that I have done my best.

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