Last night, I saw the thoughts mentioned in the chapter posted by an eunuch who I like, and I felt a lot of emotion.

I sat in front of the computer until now. I wrote and deleted it. I always felt that I couldn't write what I wanted to write. This feeling of depression really made me feel extremely uncomfortable, but in the end I still didn't have the idea of ​​forcing two chapters...

The updates of fox have always been a problem. Sometimes, two updates, sometimes one update, and occasionally three updates. It’s not that I can’t write them. As an online writer, the number of words in the water is a basic skill. If I don’t say that it’s amazing, it won’t be much worse.

But recently, I always feel like I've been stuck in a bottleneck.

This state is very strange. Sometimes it will be written smoothly and can be completed in one go, and thousands of words can be completed in a short time.

Sometimes it is extremely difficult. The things I write can never satisfy myself, so I wrote hundreds of words and read them over and over again, and finally I can only delete them silently.

At this point, the fox is tortured because the things that are spent on hard work can only turn into a bunch of meaningless data.

Many people think I am relaxed, but at this time, the fox dares to say that he is under great pressure like them.

I began to examine what I wrote, thinking more and more about things, and the divergence and progress of the plot made me tired and anxious.

This is not a complaint, the fox even thinks it is a good thing!

To be honest, this is the first time that the fox has felt this way (the first few books, the fox can say without any hesitation that the plot in the middle stage has collapsed, but the indescribable plot is still self-consistent so far, and the subsequent development may also have a clear context in the fox's mind, at least in the fox's personal opinion.)

In a sense, this book is the first time I have truly entered a middle and late development in the sense of the book. Although it is a bit ashamed, it is a fact.

Perhaps it was the previous experience that made me extremely afraid of the unfinished endings and the plot collapsed, so that what I thought about every day was nothing more than outline, plot, and foreshadowing.

I know that my level may be very limited. I am an ordinary person. I don’t read enough books and movies. My literary foundation is limited to some things that everyone has seen.

There is not enough ink in my belly.

What's ridiculous is that I have never felt this way before...

In fact, this makes me feel more embarrassed and panicked than the decrease in subscriptions or collections, but as mentioned above, I can vaguely feel that this state should be a good thing.

This is a process that a person who writes should and must go through.

Of course, it refers to an author like me.

No matter how I imagine my level, it is a shortcoming. Although I have been writing for a few years, I still think that my level is just average. Perhaps it can be compensated by some whimful thinking, but if I am satisfied with my current level, I am a complete idiot.

I'm trying to make up for it, I want to make a change.

I would like to give me some time and patience, an ordinary author.

Thank you.

Also: After saying so much, the fox actually didn't know what he said, so he just regarded it as my personal complaint... If everyone thinks that the san value has dropped, the fox will apologize first.
Chapter completed!