Dear friends, please forgive me. I am writing articles, but this system problem has caused my backend to be in a state of chaos. It makes me speechless. In addition to the initial update not being displayed and logging in, there are now repeated refreshes.
Something seems to be wrong, and the subscription in the background seems to be wrong. My heart is beating wildly. I don’t know if all articles are like this, but I asked several author friends and they all mentioned server problems and slowed down updates. I feel like this
If you continue to subscribe, I don’t have money to subscribe, and you may subscribe again, so after several failed refreshes this afternoon, I decided that I can’t update anymore today. After asking the editor tomorrow, I will fill in the four missing chapters today in three days.
Yes, I know some people may say that I am making excuses, but everyone has seen the system these days. I have endured it to the brink of collapse, but you can scold the website and you can scold me, but I can only endure it.
I have to bear with it, and I keep explaining to everyone, asking everyone to refresh, and constantly sending notifications. Now it is really unbearable. But as a contracted author, I am often powerless. That's it. In fact, I really want to vent.
I want to have a quarrel with someone. It’s really uncomfortable to feel like I’ve updated my text but it can’t be displayed. I obviously want to update it but can’t. It’s said that I spent another three hours backstage this afternoon. It took me until now to come here.
Please send me a notice. I know that many relatives may want to scold me. I want to find a turtle shell and cry. I am too tired.
I hope that the website’s new server will be ready soon so that my subscriptions can increase and not be affected by the northwest wind this month. In addition, if you want to scold me, you will scold me again tomorrow. I can’t see it tonight.
Now I just want to find a place to sleep, but it’s too bad. From the first day I was rejected, my writing started to suffer from convulsions. It’s endless. I don’t know if I can wash my clothes a little in the next moment of my life. Let me say it again.
, if you want to scold me, you can scold me tomorrow, because I can't see it today. I can only log in to the backend and can't see the homepage. Can I wash the utensils?