It's been 19 days this month, and I've written a total of 300,000 words.
I've adjusted my schedule recently, and I'm reporting a very bizarre psychological feeling.
From April 25th to May 15th, I slept at noon every day, and woke up at 6 PM to write.
Day and night were reversed every day, and I didn't go out for a full 20 days, nor did I go downstairs.
It wasn't a pitiful feeling, but a very fun feeling.
I didn't go out for 20 days, and then I started to complain in my heart.
It was a feeling of discomfort and unwillingness.
Why do I have to do this? Why do I have to stay at home every day, I want to go out, I want to play!
I feel that going out is so precious, that it must be fun outside.
Then I tried to force myself to adjust my schedule, sleep at 12 PM, and wake up at 9 AM.
Wouldn't it be great to have nine hours of sleep? Actually, at most four hours, even if I took sleeping pills and melatonin, I would wake up N times, and I would even remember every dream clearly.
Of course, that wasn't the point.
After waking up at 9 AM, I started writing hard. Because my mental state was extremely bad, my writing speed was very slow, and I only finished the first chapter at 2 PM.
But I adjusted my schedule, and I had time to go out.
Even if I was extremely sleepy, I wanted to go out, I wanted to go out and play.
So, I went out.
It's been more than 20 days, I finally went out, and I was so happy.
Then, after adjusting my schedule, I realized on the second and third day.
I … Why am I going out?
It's not fun outside at all, and even if I can go out, I don't know what to do.
There are no good movies, no appetite to eat, and I can't go out like other gods.
Usually, when I look up, it's dark outside the window, but now, it's daytime outside the window.
Then, I feel so depressed, so miserable. There's no place I want to go, and there's nothing I want to do.
Damn it, I'm not going out, I'll stay at home.
Why do I need to adjust my schedule?
Sleep during the day, write at night, it's pretty good!
… …
Also, I need to report the progress of the book, it should end in less than a million words.
After finishing this book, I'll be free.
I can sleep and play as I want.
But when that time comes, I might fall back into that state where there's nothing fun, right?
But at least after finishing this book, I won't have to fight for the monthly votes.
Writing 15,000 words a day wasn't very tiring, but what was really tiring was fighting for the monthly votes.
It was already late this month.
The tenth place on the monthly votes list was in danger.
When they were about to finish the dungeon, they could stop fighting.
But now … he had to grit his teeth and endure.
Brothers, begging for monthly votes.
In the last ten days of this month, help me hold the tenth place.
I still tried my best to write every day.
The Benefactor also gave me a little push.
Thank you, everyone, please!
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