Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Confused
In recent days, my thoughts have been very confused.
This attempt was not a result. The story I wrote now has deviated from my theme and it continues to be painful.
Looking back, what I think is basically self-denial. To be honest, the results of this book are not bad, and they are all ordered more than 3,000 yuan. Stable updates can strive for high-quality products and will also bring me a long-term and beneficial income.
But I always feel that what I write is all about dross, and your tolerance makes me feel ashamed.
In this book, I know that I have not successfully created a character, and my mind is empty all day long.
After losing my enthusiasm, I seemed to have lost all my motivation, but I didn't want to stop there.
I always want to create stories, even more than one story. I understand that saying this may seem like I am greedy and selfish.
But I really want to be moved by myself.
It is pitiful that people cannot move themselves.
After all, it would be pitiful if you can't even surge for yourself.
So even the ugly and smelly flowers are good.
I don't want to give up those things that are destined to belong to me.
I understand that as a writer, every eunuch has a book and his career will be one step closer to the end.
But I also understand that as an independent and not dead individual, my pen will not stop as long as I am reluctant.
I want to continue to try new stories, find my own way out, and write them that can make me feel at ease.
So this book ends here, I will release the new book next month.
Please don’t need to take care of it. I hope that our meeting again is when you accidentally discovered that the author is me after you met a good book.
Then I felt a little ridiculous or happy because I hadn't stopped struggling yet.
Thank you everyone, my biggest regret is not responding to your expectations.
Chapter completed!