This is the second time I am writing this. Let me first talk about some update issues that everyone is concerned about.
The release time is tomorrow, which is Friday at noon. It should be updated around 12:05 specifically, so it won’t be available at midnight tonight, so you don’t have to wait.
The issue of adding updates has been mentioned once before, so I will say it again here:
1. The first order on the day it is put on the shelf is 500 for every 10,000 for two days. (Currently, the collection results are similar to the previous book. The first order of the last book was 560. This book is estimated to be about the same, not more than 1,000, so the first two days after it is put on the shelf are directly
If you solve this part every day, more updates will be added.)
2. Ten thousand rewards plus one update. (valid for a long time)
3. Monthly votes, for every thousand votes, four chapters will be added next month. (This month will be counted next month)
What follows is some emotional and long-winded words, mainly about the causes and consequences and mental journey of embarking on the path of writing a book. If you are not interested, you can skip it directly.
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From the time the last book was released to the present, it is still one month away from the full year of writing it, but to me, it feels like a world away.
At this time two years ago, my parents were both lying in hospital beds. One was on his deathbed, and the other had just undergone surgery and was diagnosed with cancer and was waiting for chemotherapy.
Both of them needed my care, and I myself resigned from my job and went home to recuperate due to physical reasons. I was a patient and took care of two other patients. The hardship at that time was really indescribable.
But to be honest, I wasn't as stressed at that time as I am now, because I only had one thought in my head at that time: after sending them two away, I would find a place to end it myself, just like Hanyu Kiyosu's dream at the beginning.
Because I didn’t have any expectations at all, I felt very relaxed. I was exhausted after working every day. I drank some beer to numb myself a little and fell asleep.
It has been more than half a year since I finished chemotherapy with my mother. The situation is much better than expected. However, the pressure has also come. I need to shoulder the responsibility of supporting the family and cannot continue to give up on myself.
Compared to before and compared to now, that period was the most difficult to endure.
It was a small, remote city, and there weren't many jobs to find. My family's situation didn't allow me to leave too far. Coupled with the epidemic in the past two years, taking the public examination became almost the only way out at that time.
However, due to the restriction of major, I could only apply for three or more. The night before the exam, I didn't sleep all night. I woke up in the morning feeling flustered and dizzy. I had reviewed the comprehensive test in the morning, but my mind was not clear at all, so I did a mess in the exam.
At noon, I knew in my heart that I had no chance this time, so I gave up a little bit. But ironically, when the results came out later, I answered casual questions in the afternoon and did not review the essays. Surprisingly, I did pretty well.
Fate not only wanted to knock me down, but also mocked me. When I looked at my transcript, I realized that if I performed normally in the comprehensive test in the morning, I would be able to get into the interview. This would not be as satisfying as failing in both subjects.
On the way back, I was sitting in the long-distance bus, and I was thinking, why don't I just write a novel? This is already the case, how could the situation be any worse, why not let go completely and try my dream back then.
After coming back, I hesitated for two days, and then I saw an article about animation master Satoshi Kon. The general idea was that he abandoned all happiness when he was young, so he gained the happiness he has now. After reading it, I finally made up my mind.
The first time I wrote, like a headless fly, I ran into fantasy, which is one of the coolest categories, and I chose originality without knowing my ability.
The result is as you can imagine, two weeks, 50,000 words, more than 30 collections, and not even a single comment criticizing me.
After two days of respite, I decided to try again. The time I gave myself at that time was only one month, and there was still a chance. If I couldn't do it, I would just find a job and do it first. Although based on my physical condition at the time, it didn't matter whether I did it or not.
No job lasts long.
The second book is a Conan fanfic, which is the prototype of the previous book. However, when I was almost ready, something happened at home. At that time, my mentality was completely unbearable and I was on the verge of collapse.
In order to catch my breath, I could only find a way to go out and relax. I stayed at a friend's house for three months. I was the only one there. During this period, except for shopping, there was no one to talk to. After three months, my mental state not only did not improve.
, but it got worse.
So I had to run back home and decided to give it one last try.
That’s the last book.
Therefore, I mentioned in the last book that I am really grateful to the editor Peng Lai who rescued me from the trash, and to the book friends who supported me and encouraged me.
For Penglai, it may be just his daily work, and for book friends, it may be your daily reading, but for me, it is almost something that changes the trajectory of my life.
I don’t know where I would be and what I would be doing if I hadn’t signed the contract for my last book, but there is a high probability that I will never be in this industry again in this life.
I have always had a very contradictory feeling about fate. This is not the first time it has kicked me into the abyss, but it always arranges for people to reach out to me when I am about to give up.
Love, I can’t love. Hate, I can’t hate...
Maybe this is life.
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It's a bit long-winded and pretentious. I originally wanted to write it as mentioned in the postscript of this book, and let everyone use it as a pastime, but in October, every time I wanted to write, I suddenly felt that I couldn't open my mouth, so that
Delayed until now.
Let’s talk about writing a book. It’s still the same as the last book. There is huge room for improvement. Some of the criticisms are very reasonable. I am also very clear about my own problems and have been working hard to improve.
But there is really no way to write a book. Apart from relying on talent, you can only write slowly, grind slowly, and improve little by little. (If there is any way to become a great master overnight, please tell me)
I hope this book will be interesting enough, and I hope it will be more improved than the previous one.