Crazy Psychologist

Autumn, accompanied by typhoon drizzle, drives away the last summer in this city.

The summer hiding in the corner of the city no longer has anywhere to hide, and is swept away by the cool autumn rain.

For several days in a row, everyone has been discussing the plagiarism incident, which is really satisfying to think about.

There are indeed more than a hundred comments under Liu Yun's novel, all of which are insinuations or direct annoyances at the comment that caused Liu Yun a lot of trouble.

These are all good things that Muchun did.

It seems that's not all. Not only are there more than a hundred comments, new comments are still pouring in as of Thursday evening.

Some readers found plagiarized comments from the author in Liu Yun's novels, and more and more righteous comments accumulated. In the end, it became difficult to find the comment that made Liu Yun uneasy.

Like a piece of broken glass submerged in the sand and gravel on the beach.

Liu Yun still felt happy at first. Although he was not personally involved in this matter, these comments criticizing the author were also a kind of refreshing catharsis for him.

It was as if he was using someone else's words to hit that person back hard.

But on Thursday night, when Liu Yun was about to finish the short story of more than 30,000 words in T204, he got stuck again.

Will writing like this be considered plagiarism?

Originally, perhaps everyone was more tolerant of similar ideas. As long as I wrote my own story, no one would criticize me.

But that’s how people are. Because an author commits such plagiarism, people become extremely sensitive to plagiarism. Maybe similar plots will be considered malicious plagiarism.

Authors sometimes inevitably borrow creative elements from other novels. If readers happen to be very sensitive, they will inevitably be accused of plagiarism.

The story of T204 is coming to an end, which is something to be happy about.

Every time I start writing a novel, I am always excited and fully immersed in it. Sometimes, I can write ten or twenty thousand words in one breath.

When the novel reaches the middle part, you will feel tired and weak, and the rhythm of the story itself disturbs the author's thoughts. This time is often the most difficult.

Even mature authors are bound to have creative slumps.

After this stage is passed, when the story is about to come to an end, it is usually the most exciting stage of the story. The answers to the questions in the story are gradually revealed, and the characters' emotions reach an inevitable conclusion.

The author always feels satisfied when he writes the last line. You may want to take a short break and immerse yourself in the satisfaction of completing the manuscript, or you may have greater motivation and emotion to invest in the creation of the next novel.

Of course, disappointment often comes with finishing a manuscript, but most authors will still be more satisfied than disappointed.

It became increasingly difficult for Liu Yun to feel happy from finishing the manuscript. He felt that he was one of those small and pitiful authors who would not be very excited at the beginning and not very satisfied at the end.

I always feel that I am lacking, and I am afraid that my talents will be exhausted.

The more he didn't want to admit it, the more clues he felt like "I can't write anymore" were everywhere, as if he would throw up his hands and surrender at any time and admit that he was not made for writing.

Liuyun's hands began to shake again, this time it seemed more serious than before.

It was obvious that I was about to be freed from this story.

No matter how hard I squeezed my hands, relaxed my joints, or stretched my finger ligaments on the table, it had no effect.

Liu Yun thought that a few years ago, when he first started typing every day, he would insist on doing finger training, but later he had long forgotten about finger training.

Liu Yun put down the computer and stood up reluctantly to go to the bathroom to take a bath.

Like Muchun said, distract yourself and don't keep staring at your hands whenever you think about them shaking.

In order to make Liu Yun understand the necessity of distracting attention, Muchun also played a game for Liu Yun.

Stretch your hands straight in front of you, keeping your eyes fixed on any hand. At this time, the hand being stared at begins to shake, while the other hand is stretched flat and does not shake at all.

The more you pay attention to it, the less you can keep it as calm as it naturally is.

So it's better to do something else when hand tremors occur.

Liuyun waited in the bathroom for several minutes, sitting on the toilet but unable to pull anything out.

My stomach feels stuffy, and I always feel like something has ruined my stomach. Thinking about it, I only had one breakfast today.

I am still thinking about the novel in my mind, but my thoughts have become a mess, and I have no idea what I am thinking about.

The brain goes into idle mode again.

When I walked behind the shower curtain, I realized that the shower was always filled with cold water and I had forgotten to turn it on.

It's really sad.

Sudden depression, sudden sadness.

I want to find someone to have a drink with, talk loudly or sing crazily on an empty rooftop.

At such a moment, I can't even imagine it.

Thinking too much about these is a waste of time thinking about novels.

He must work harder to maintain his current abilities. Even if it is so hard and unbearable, it is better than losing his current life.

No matter how you say it, it is the result of years of hard work, and you must not let it get back to you.

The warm water poured on Liu Yun's body, and Liu Yun's body gradually warmed up.

The sycamore tree outside the window was beaten mercilessly by the typhoon, and accidentally hit the window of Liuyun's house.

He put his hand against the window and pointed the shower head at the back of his hand.

A wonderful feeling penetrates from the palms to the whole body.

The hand pressed against the window did not shake at all. Liu Yun tried to make it shake, but made himself laugh.

It's so ugly, awkward and ugly.

It's not easy for an actor. When imitating a Parkinson's disease patient, it would take a long time to train to make the hand shaking movements the same as the patient's.

Otherwise it will be as clumsy as a robot.

Liuyun returned to the desk, took a deep breath, and carefully placed his hands on the keyboard.

Fortunately, there was no shaking.

He chases his protagonist and the story he created like a train about to leave.

Finally, before twelve o'clock, he finished the novel.

Let’s wait until tomorrow to start the modification task.

Next, just casually browse the forum and take a rest early. There is a book fair to attend on Saturday. After this event, Yuan Ming will inevitably discuss with him the compilation with Song Xiaoxiao.

Speaking of Song Xiaoxiao, Liu Yun only knew that readers on the forum commented that he had a great imagination.

They are all reversals, and Song Xiaoxiao’s reversal is the most bizarre thing I have read in recent times.

The brain hole is really bigger than a black hole. It's really enviable. I don't know how it grows.

That's generally the review.

As for how wonderful his stories are, Liu Yun has not read any of them.

Do you want to find some to read?

Speaking of which, this person is really lucky. He has only written a novel of less than 100,000 words and already has a chance to be published. It is much easier than when he debuted.