Chapter 983
Words:658Update:22/06/28 07:05:49
Last night, when I found the cat and the editor told me that I would be able to read the physical book soon, I really felt like the dark clouds were about to disperse. Last night, I rushed home excitedly to wrap up the last chapter, and I swore to myself that I would keep updating during this period.
But I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to do that today. I've written more than eight hundred words, but I feel like I have to break my promise today.
I know it's stupid to be affected by this kind of thing, but after reading Weibo, I still feel like I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown.
I wish to say something off topic, but I hope you don't mind me talking too much. When I wrote this note, I was suddenly reminded of the fairy tale dungeon inside the black tower. When I wrote the answer, I almost broke down. I can still remember it clearly. At the time, I was sitting in the living room of my old apartment, surrounded by four walls. I stared at a small black table in the house. After staring at it for about ten minutes, I felt like the book was going to collapse. Even the author had no idea what the answer was. The wallpaper in the corner, the table, the floor tiles, and that feeling of being trapped … I can see it every time I close my eyes. Do you know how the three-layered timeline came about?
Because the small black table was three-layered.
Just as I was about to go crazy from frustration, inspiration came.
Many places in this book have forced me into a corner. The mirror house, Harry's farm, the Olympics, I managed to force the effect out, but there were places that pushed me crazy, but the effect was average, and I was not satisfied with it, like the Data Stream Library (I have to change that after I finish the book!). The ups and downs, and the delays of several years, made me feel that writing a book was a very painful thing. Seriously, if you didn't force yourself to the point where you didn't even know the answer, you wouldn't be able to attract knowledgeable readers. But once you reached the other side and found the most logical solution, the sense of achievement was sweet. It was the sense of achievement that came from knowing that 'everything before your eyes is the result of your own intellectual activity'.
When I wrote the book, I did not expect something like this to happen.
The funniest thing was that I was accused of plagiarizing Thriller Paradise. There were plenty of people who wrote the Infinite Genre, but I've never seen anyone like this.
Of course I felt wronged, that was human nature. Over the past few days, I've tried to adjust my mentality and keep up with the updates, but this was the first time I had been slandered like this, so I really could not hold it in anymore.
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