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Chapter 356

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When I finished updating the last chapter, I said that it was the best chapter of the day, and it was indeed so. A few days ago, I was looking at the things I wrote before. I always thought that this was the only way to improve. It could be considered a certain level of self-reflection. But in the end, I came to a conclusion that made me somewhat wrong. Starting from Ying Xiu, to The Vermillion Bird, to Qing Yunian, to Spy, the first half was always just passable. No, it should be said that it gave me a headache. Of course, the later half would always be written much better. What I mean by better is compared to my own writing.

For every story, I wrote better at the latter half than at the beginning. Every day, I wrote better at the latter half than at the beginning. Perhaps I didn't understand this before, but when I think about it carefully, it's a very normal thing. Because I'm a terrible person who needs to feel to write a story, I can't write smoothly if I don't get into the topic at the beginning. Every day, I have to get into the mood to write smoothly.

When I feel good, I can really write 3000 words per hour. Without a doubt, I even reached the peak of 3600 words per hour. Of course, that required editing. And this kind of speed is like the climax of a story. It's always a flash of brilliance, and not a long-term happiness. I've been writing for six years, and there aren't many times when I feel like going crazy. Most of the time, I'm still like today's first chapter, writing 1000 words per hour, suffering unbearably.

Saying this makes it seem like I'm serious about writing, but in fact, my serious attitude towards writing can only be considered sloppy. It's far worse than many people. How many scenes are there that are unbearable to look at? Sometimes, when I look back, I feel like my face is burning. Of course, there are also many scenes that are very cool. I'm very proud of myself when I look at them, but overall, I can barely maintain a level that's worth the two cents or three cents per thousand words that everyone spent on subscriptions. There's nothing to be proud of.

Yesterday, when I saw Fire Beacon's chapter, I was very moved. I still insist that Er Gou is the most awesome book this year. Whether or not it's pretentious or not, this book is the most awesome, and there's no other. In the past, I used to dislike Top Class Gongzi the most, so sometimes I feel like this world is too strange. Damn, it's the same person, but why does his level increase so much? Is it that my eyes are dazzled? Therefore, this was the effect of the great killing weapon, Seriousness.

In the past, many people said that my writing was good, but I never responded. Now that I'm serious, it's all bullshit. Words have to be concise, elegant when they should be, crisp when they should be crisp. That's what makes good writing. How can an old woman's foot-binding be any better? Of course, of course, there were some good sentences in the foot-binding cloth. It was just that I had a hard time picking them out myself. You should know that many of my friends have very wisely expressed their disgust towards those messy long sentences that pretend to be profound. I wholeheartedly agree, but a leopard cannot change its spots. A leopard cannot change its spots … Bah, I admit my mistake, but it will be difficult to change it in the next two years. Everyone, bear with it for now.

The chapters in which I seriously believe my writing is good, and the ones in which I admit to having worked hard, are the ones that are concise. For example, there are a few chapters in "Spy" — there are also a few chapters that don't count as sour, and "Fan Xian's First Murder in the Year of Celebration." But not much, because it was easy to slip as one wrote. Slipping had its advantages, but there were more disadvantages. The problem was that when one did not slip, it would be very difficult to write.

Of course, I was going crazy. How could it be of course? Of course, my favorite was still my nonsense.

These few days were the transition chapters. They seemed peaceful and smooth, but in reality, they were written with a lot of heart. Furthermore, I updated three chapters in three consecutive days. I was very proud of my diligence. Thinking about it carefully, it was because I put pressure on myself and told myself to put more effort into it. The first half of Zhou Xingxing's Bastard was able to say such big nonsense, big truths, and big truths. As a storyteller, I have to remember this even more.

When there is nothing else to do in life, my job is to make stories for everyone to read. So I have to put pressure on myself and put effort into it. When there is something to do, I write less. Presumably, you people who are used to my laziness would not bear to hit my face. Bear to? Even if you bear to, don't hit me. Although I am not someone who relies on my face to make a living, there are still days when I have to welcome guests.

I do not plan on unbanning this nonsense chapter at will like in the past. I will leave it until the end as a form of motivation and requirement for myself.

I was indeed a little tired from writing the past two days. There was nothing about being unconventional or unconventional. (I remember a book friend once said that he hated this sentence the most. Then, I desperately used this sentence in my nonsense. Am I especially bored?) I shouted:

Please send me your monthly votes. Tomcat needs your votes. Bills, monthly votes, and recommendation votes! Bills are given if you subscribe. Monthly votes are given if you want to. Recommendation votes … I don't think you have the habit of giving me anything, right? Pounding the ground.

I bowed and thanked you off the stage. I will sleep well and work hard to maintain my health. I will carefully write stories for everyone to enjoy.





F * * k, just as I was preparing to update, I realized that I had exceeded it by another thousand words. In the future, if anyone dares to say that my writing is good, I will drag them down and beat them to death. Believe in Brother Chun, continue.



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