To be honest, when I wrote the final chapter, I did feel a strong feeling of gains and losses, but...

Although I was very reluctant to leave, I felt even more relieved.

I don't write well, I know that it is because I really had no experience before opening the book. I was just a pink newcomer. I don't know any author, nor did I know all kinds of skills in publishing, saving manuscripts, and rushing to the list. Although I still don't know any authors now, I still don't know any authors. I haven't integrated into this circle and even in the first few chapters, the articles I posted were not crowded together in sections, and I don't know what to do.

Digging a hole depends entirely on interest and the time he had enough time at that time. I felt that I could use it. At that time, I always thought that I could not hold on for so long. Five hundred thousand words was an unattainable goal for me. After all, you have to consider the feeling of having to rack your brains to write an 800-word essay two months ago.

I once thought that I would feel boring as I wrote and could not have any results. In the end, I could only end up with a loss, but I didn't expect that I could hold on until this time.

However, the same sentence is still the case, the newcomer has no experience at all. The first time I wrote such a long article, without making an outline, and the setting was very chaotic. I even dug a hole to miss the "Ceveyard" by Lord Chengzi... So Kawen is actually a common thing, not a problem that only arises later.

When I was in the card, I felt very distressed. I could only write, delete, and correct it bit by bit, so I put most of my free time in front of the computer every day. In addition, I am the kind of person who has to read it once after writing it, and if I feel something is wrong, I will continue to correct it, so the work is getting heavier and heavier...

Now, I basically use the reader to type the reading every three or two paragraphs to see how the reading feels. Then, this behavior will be repeated every time one or two paragraphs are added, which has basically become a conditioned reflex...

My writing style is very ingenious, and my style is very long-lasting. Although I have always wanted to change it, the effect is really not ideal and I want to be concise. As a result, the plot paragraphs that came out made me feel unsmooth and could not be connected. Some chapters are the products of the change that I wanted to change, and I felt awkward and embarrassed when I read it.

And I want to explain too many things, and I don’t think about whether you can accept it. I did start to lose control later.

It is precisely because of this reason that I feel that the more I write, the more I feel, the more I feel, the more I write, and thinking about the follow-up every day has almost become a torture, and I can no longer control my writing skills.

I don’t know what to say, maybe it was actually after it was put on the shelves. When interest became work, my heart not only did not relax, but felt a heavy feeling. The more I was confused, the more I couldn’t do it well... I dare say that I wrote very seriously, and it did take a lot of energy, but some things did not mean that as long as I worked hard, I would definitely do the best. Maybe the direction was wrong at the beginning.

I am not qualified to be a god in a book, nor do I expect such good things, but I miscalculated that my control over the plot, the integration of settings, and the ability to control the story were too large, so that I actually didn't have the ability to control it at all, and now even the ending became a problem.

There is no outline, no setting, I write wherever I think, I often like to destroy the plot, and jump to another line as soon as my mind opens... These are my fatal points. In the end, I almost forgot what I set up before, what line was buried, and what plot happened... I'm really sorry.

So, now it is too abrupt and too hasty to finish it. Many things have not been explained, and an open ending is arranged at will... It is not my original intention, but it is indeed because of my own reasons.

After the story, I can no longer continue...

This certainly doesn't satisfy everyone, but I've really tried my best.

This is helpless, so I can only express my regret for readers who feel that there is still a lot to write about and are not satisfied with such development.

This is not the end, and the stories between them or them will always continue, but that is not the fate I can continue to arrange.

I actually have opened a new book, but I haven't said anything before, because I'm not sure whether the new book is good or bad, and I feel that it's unfair to recommend votes for the new book before the old book is finished. But there should be no problem now. If you still think that the new book is easy to read, you can collect it and recommend it...

The name is "The Legend of the Confused Hands", which is a novel whose title has nothing to do with the story. It probably complains about my confused hand, but it may still be very ink, very long-winded, and the style is not sure if everyone likes it. However, it is still an anime-oriented home-style infinite stream. It's just that I'm not boasting too much.

As for this book, I will probably update the extra chapter quickly, which is the story of Fantasy Village outside that time.

Feel sorry.

I'm a little incoherent now, after all, this is the first time I feel it.

This is also the final comment of the first article of my first novel... Thank you very much for your support, I really can't repay you.
Chapter completed!