Chapter 710
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Yesterday, I said that I had recently sunk into a state of panic. I wanted to find a day to sort it out and prepare. Today was the winter solstice, so I chose today to have a meal, recuperate, and think about the rest of the story.
The reason why I wanted to pull my hair out was probably because the story had been too tormented since the beginning of the month. I laughed foolishly.
At the beginning of the month, I said that the year of Qing Yu was coming to an end. It looked like the last few dozen chapters were written like crazy. I had indeed written like crazy for the past twenty days, much crazier than I had in the past year or so. Not only did I write more every day, but more importantly, I wrote impudently. I didn't know what word to use to describe this, but it was actually a kind of state.
It's good to write based on one's emotions, but when one's emotions are vented and one becomes depressed … Yeah, it's the same for me. I'll feel happy, angry, sad, and happy when I read the story … My brain will become like glue. In any case, this wasn't the first time. Whether it was Yingxiu Roast Chicken or the year of Qing Yu, as long as I was making up a story, I would always climb and fall on the same wavelength. I think everyone was like me. I didn't expect to slide on top of the waves forever and never fall.
Everyone, please give me a day or two to recuperate. Let me concentrate and write properly. I want to do my best to complete this story that has accompanied us for a year and a half, and has been enduring for a year and a half, into something that can still be read.
Although this was actually just my job, I wouldn't be pretentious to say that this was a job that I liked. Moreover, I would only write stories that I liked, so I treasured and valued it.
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