Begin immortality by slaying demons

Request for leave + apology letter

Big guys, let's talk business first.

I may need a two-day vacation, that is, I will resume updating on October 8th.

The following is an explanation of some recent events, and my apology.

Big guys who are interested can take a look.

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This book has more than 1.7 million words. This number of words is not a lot on this platform, but it is a lot for me, so much that I didn't even dare to think about it before.

With the support of so many big guys, the results are also what I dared not imagine before.

I really failed these supports.

After all, I really have a lot of bad habits, such as super serious procrastination, laziness, such as liking to talk nonsense, watching short videos, reading two chicken soup copywriting, and then getting excited, making promises, and then not being able to do them at all.

I would like to say sorry to the big guys here.

Of course, I have to explain that many big guys think that the results of the 19th have risen, and they are arrogant, and they don't take the readers seriously.

I really don't have this.

I thought about the reasons for this statement, mainly in terms of updates and attitude.

Let's talk about attitude first.

For example, I stopped updating without asking for leave twice.

To be honest, I am not arrogant. I have no right to be arrogant for writing a book with such good performance to the point of high opening and low ending.

I just don’t dare to send a note for leave. I can’t tell the reason. I just don’t dare to face the readers. I have a pure giant baby mentality.

I really miss the days when I was so excited that my hands were shaking. I happily copied book reviews, ran to the comment area to interact with readers, and wrote a small essay when I had nothing to do.

After all, I have never seen a big scene and have no experience. I have done a lot of funny things.

But now, to be honest, I haven’t read book reviews for two whole months. I even deleted this platform. I dare not look at the background data at all. I can’t click on it. I rarely participate in the circle of authors anymore.

(PS: I don’t mean to blame readers for the bad reviews. I am the type of person who, even when I am at my worst, as long as I start writing, the only thing left in my mind is that I am happy with my writing, so how can the readers not be happy?! It’s silly, but I am really confident.

But at this time, if someone tells me seriously that they are really unhappy, I will be embarrassed and start to doubt myself. I don’t know how to write. I can only fill it with water and imitate the previous writing style. But the mentality is different, and the things I write are different after all)

In the past, I asked my friends, the operations officer, to convey the opinions of the recent readers to me in a tactful way. Later, I couldn’t even accept this tactful way. Every time I saw my friends’ awkward smiles, I could directly make up a hundred sentences in my mind.

From this time on, apart from writing, I was directly out of the circle of online literature.

This state of seclusion and car-making can’t let me concentrate on conceiving the plot, but will only make me more and more afraid and disgusted with this matter.

To put it bluntly, I don’t have the ability to write well, and I don’t have the mentality to resist pressure.

Sometimes when I get anxious, I start to post chicken soup like crazy, followed by bold words.

When I have too many bold words, I can't write anymore. When I need to post a single chapter or ask for leave, it's really embarrassing. I frantically find excuses. The more excuses I find, the more embarrassed I feel. It's a vicious cycle until I give up and don't want to say anything.

That's all about the attitude problem. I apologize to the big guys and bow.

Next is the issue of updating.

For those who write online articles, the number of words is money. Who doesn't like money? I also want to earn more.

I can't write.

The reason for not being able to write is also very simple. The expectation from the beginning of this book is 700,000 words, and then try to finish it and give myself a good feeling of finishing the whole book.

Why 700,000 words? Because 300,000 words are put on the shelves, and 120,000 words are updated a month. It takes three months of full attendance to finish it. It's about this number of words. I can play freely later, and the completion is considered a success.

As a result, the results are good, and then I start to make up the settings and conceive the subsequent plot.

With the conception of Daqian, Nanyang, Hongze, Xianting and Renjian Dynasty, the final completion, these four large maps.

Well, the person who came up with this concept has never written such a long story, purely based on fantasy.

So it is inevitable that it will become more and more difficult as you write.

Some big guys said that if you can't write it, just finish it. The problem is that I just came out of Nanyang Treasure Land, and the Xianting line was laid out. The first chapter wrote the story of Xuanqing. Now I haven't written about Xianting. I don't think this is called completion. Isn't this just a eunuch changing a word?

Summary.

A friend told me not to make promises casually in the future, such as making up for the update. Don't brag before you write it.

But, but.

I promise again, whether anyone cares about this matter or not (bragging, I still hope that someone cares, otherwise it will be so sad), I will finish it.

One million and seven hundred and fifty thousand words, this is the closest I have ever been to the end. If I give up halfway, I will have nightmares when I sleep in the future.

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Family members, who understands? I used to write essays with high spirits, but now I write essays with shame on my face.

If you are not capable enough, you still have to accept criticism. You can’t hide away by being an ostrich.

It’s ridiculous. Others write books to practice their writing skills, but my writing skills are getting worse and worse, so I am practicing my mentality here.

(The last essay before the end of this book, from a giant baby who is so stuck in writing that he is broken)