Legend of the Great Saint

Just got home, a little tired, always seemed tired, something that others could simply do, always seemed extraordinarily difficult to me.

Between the departure of the twenty-fourth day and the return of the twenty-eighth day, two chapters were updated. Qingshan and the Dragon King fought each other. Although there were only 2,000 words in the district, I pushed out the activities scheduled for the starting point. The afternoon code came out. I really didn't lazy. The whole time was under the supervision of my editor-in-chief, Donggua.

When the authors came back to visit the publishing house, they went downstairs to close a shadow, then went back to the room to continue the code word, and did not go to the evening party until after 6 o'clock to go to Zhangjiajie. They went downstairs hungry to get in the car, thanks to the meal brought by Sister Wintermelon, they held a box of rice and ate it in the car.

And quite dissatisfied with the chapter, this duel should have gone deeper, forming a whole with the padding in front, to achieve a more perfect rhythm, perhaps just 500 words short, but just like the cracks on the porcelain, it's bright conical.

If I had more time at home, I could come up with these 500 words, but under the pressure of renewal, there's really no way. So after an afternoon of hard work, I was exhausted and I got a little bit more frustration.

But even if you write these 500 words, it's only natural calm, calm is hard to get. Writing these three books, more than five million words, when it really satisfies me, is pathetically scarce.

In fact, my pursuit is not very high —— with a passing pen, self-harmonious logic, fleshy characters (or demons), writing a novel that makes people happy, saying that I'm white, and I openly admit it, because that's what I want to read.

It's the same standard as asking for a husband who can't find his daughter-in-law's dead home —— the woman's alive.

While the web text needs to be refreshed, it can't be cycled back and forth from beginning to end. What's the difference between that and complacency? While the trend of web literature development may really be the need to set aside all the minds and focus on the power of the five fingers, with a simple and direct rhythm, to quickly reach the spiritual orgasm of the reader and release all kinds of life pressures.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with that. I often do these two things, and I feel the relaxation and joy of them. (Note: I'm talking about writing little white and reading little white.

But a long time ago, I realized that my pursuit seemed as simple as looking for a girlfriend in a dead house.

But I believe that no matter what the sigh, eventually all the dead houses will find a girlfriend. No matter how tired and frustrated I am, I can finally write a novel that satisfies me.

Finally, to sum up this month's results, my goal of 100,000 words, is currently written in the beginning of 80,000 words, and I believe that if this salon had not been the starting point, I would have stayed outside for four or five days and would have been able to accomplish the task easily.

With two days left, I will continue to work on the code, and if it doesn't, you will pretend that I wrote 100,000 words, and vote for the monthly ticket to encourage it.

I'm writing 120,000 words next month!