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Volume six is a volume that continues to fill in the gaps.
It is easier to dig a hole than to fill it, and this has been the case since ancient times.
Especially this is a book with 3.4 million words... (actually 3.4 million words!!!)
Even though I have a fairly detailed collection of settings, I have to go back and read previous chapters often for fear that I will eat up the settings.
Human-Devil Line, Qingpai Line, Tianliu Line, Guandao, Pingpingguo, Fate Astrology, Feijian Sanjue Peak, Senhaiyuanjie...
Thousands of foreshadowings were mentioned one by one, and the holes were filled one by one, and it became a volume that most of the time readers called "Swinging to the West".
This volume was so difficult to write!
Now that I have gone back and read it, I still find it too difficult to write.
But the biggest problem in writing this volume is not the difficulty of writing. I personally am happy to challenge the difficulty of writing. This kind of thing will make me realize again and again - I can be better and I have more possibilities.
I would love to dig it out and share it with you who are coming along.
But I was starting to get tired.
There is a burnout period in writing.
The story is still new to me, but my body and mind are still hungry for life.
People are not machines, and writing is not a repetitive work in an assembly line, and results cannot be obtained by sweating.
It requires total commitment.
Especially a writer like me.
I don’t know if it’s because I took too long to write the volume on Difficult Traveling and gave myself too many injections of chicken blood.
During June and July, I felt so tired every day.
I forced myself to sit in front of the computer all day long.
I used to be able to easily enter the writing state, forget myself and describe the world with full emotion. But during this period, I may write for ten minutes and then I will exit from that state.
There would be so many distracting thoughts popping up in my mind that I would have no time to think about them. I would even be in a daze for an hour.
I know that readers need more updates while maintaining quality...but I can't do it anymore.
For example, the chapter about An Wutianri killing Zhao Xuanyang is just over 2,000 words and over 1,000 chapters long.
For example, the chapter about the Immortal opening his eyes and picking up the magical power of the Red Heart was also written in the early 2000s, and it is said in more than 800 chapters.
The enthusiasm of readers for discussion shows, to a certain extent, that the quality of the story is good.
But such a climax must be 46,800 or even 10,000 words. Only in this way can it be considered satisfying and win more readers...
But I can't do it anymore.
I sit all day. Like squeezing out toothpaste, I squeezed out a few emotional moments while sitting to complete the story...
So tired.
At first, I was just a salty fish who wrote five to six thousand words a week. I had enough hobbies to fill all my free time.
Now I have no hobbies.
I have to refine every chapter, and refinement will use a lot of words. When I published four thousand words, I actually wrote five or six thousand words. When I published six thousand words, I actually wrote eight thousand words.
Many words have been edited out.
So I can actually say...I am a strong Japanese 6k person, right? Although you often don't see so many words.
I'm not saying this to complain.
I'm just explaining myself.
I am forgiving myself.
I have worked very hard, writing every day, and my life has been compressed into just one fist - so why can't I bear the slander this work has received?
Because everything I have is delivered here.
Apart from it, what else do I have left?
You see, my thinking has begun to wander again. Before it turns into a daze, let me summarize the writing of this volume.
My biggest regret in this volume is that Jiang Wang went from a proud man to a criminal prisoner overnight. I really wanted to write about the overwhelming torrent of public opinion, but I left it out in the last stroke.
In my initial conception, it must be very profound and very depressing. Only when I finally attained the realization of my pure heart, my pure heart became even more "immortal".
In the end, I did suppress it for a long time, but actually I stopped before it reached the point I wanted. There are my own reasons for this, and there are also reasons for readers.
never mind. Consummation is just a coincidence, regret is a common occurrence in life.
There is another chapter that I feel has not been written well, which is the part where Xiao Jiang and the two gods come to Qingpai to return to China. I am too lazy to look up the specific chapter names. I just wrote a testimonial. What is important is that the letter is written from the heart, so there is no need to be so serious. So hard work.
When I was writing that part, I was still hesitating. What I was sure of was that trust among colleagues must be reasonably established in that part, so that the part about Jiang Wang going abroad would be a natural progression. What I was hesitant about was whether I should reveal a little bit of the truth, let readers know that these people are not talking nonsense, and give readers a sense of expectation.
Because it is difficult to update and it needs to be updated, I wrote it before I thought clearly about it.
This kind of hesitation that I didn't think about well made me waver a little when I started writing. I wanted to touch but not touch... I felt very uncomfortable writing. I felt like I could write a brilliant part, but in the end it just passed by mediocrity.
This kind of silence is uncomfortable.
If I can save the manuscript, not too many, just four or five chapters, then I can adjust the details, and even start over. But that time was gone.
The plot that I was more happy to write was after Jiang Wangbei came out of the bamboo forest.
After a series of depression, I used this relatively free plot to unfold the grassland scenery, slow down the rhythm of the story, and soothe the emotions...my emotions and the readers' emotions.
I felt relaxed during those days.
Of course the happiest thing is now.
I successfully filled in a lot of pitfalls and then had a holiday.
When I was writing this volume, I kept telling myself that I would fill in the gaps well and fill them in perfectly...then I would fill them in as I went, and I finished this volume without even realizing it.
Sitting here now, I think about it in a daze, and there are still many dazzling pictures in my heart,
When the Immortal opened his eyes, when Qingshi was number one, when the sky fell on the sea of swords, when Guan Yan Xiaofan looked at each other speechlessly, the final battle of Xingyueyuan...
I feel a sense of contentment.
It seemed that I was also there at Jiangtai, feeling the joy of victory together with the geniuses of the Eastern Region.
In the process of writing, pain and happiness always exist at the same time.
When I made the reservation, I told everyone to see my updated performance. I will work hard to do what I promised.
In order to adjust my mental state, I bought a treadmill and got up at around seven o'clock every morning to run, then take a shower, make breakfast, and then write. In addition to cooking and eating, I just write. I usually write until 10:30 in the evening. Sometimes I finish it after 9 o'clock, and I will be very happy, hold a watermelon, and find a movie to watch.
Because I often go to bed at two or three o'clock at night, it is difficult to get up in the morning at first. After the alarm clock rang, I was still dizzy, so I stretched on the bed with my eyes closed...and then gritted my teeth and got up.
Later, I woke up naturally every morning, which forced me to go to bed earlier at night. So my condition has become very good, and everyone can feel it.
This state of physical and mental burning at the same time gave me a sense of fulfillment, and I was transported back to the time when I was eighteen or nineteen years old, full of endless curiosity and enthusiasm for the world.
That feeling is really good.
Until I accidentally stayed up all night...
I wrote until the clock turned that day, and when I woke up the next day, it was already ten o'clock. And until now, my alarm clock at 7:30 in the morning has never woken me up. (This morning after I finished writing this volume, there was an exception! %￥##@@￥!!!)
It seems that I really can't go back to the age of eighteen, and I was easily knocked down by staying up late.
In order to stick to my commitment to exercise and write hard this month, I had to take time out for a run in the afternoon.
In the past few days, I started to think about plots while running, with my phone next to me. Whenever I get an idea, I slow down and take it to write it down.
I feel that I have made good use of my time and become the master of time... I am very happy.
What am I talking about? This speech is too casual, right?
So be serious.
I've said this many times, but I still want to say -
I love you all.
I don’t know how long I will continue to write, but during the years when I am still writing, I feel your real company.
After writing the article "The Qing Cannot Self-Qing", I felt the power of readers almost everywhere. Of course, it’s mainly about the starting point. I read this chapter, read the posts in the book circle, and saw that it was three o’clock in the middle of the night.
People keep coming to tell me that you are fine, your heart is fine, please continue to believe in yourself.
It was an early morning with little noise. I opened the curtains and sat on the balcony for a while.
I am a very descriptive person, but I cannot accurately describe how I felt at that time.
At this point, I suddenly feel that there is no need to say anything more. This is the end of my letter.
Thank you for giving me strength.
After three and a half days of rest, I will open a new volume on August 25th.
I already have pictures of many of the plots in the next volume, which are very exciting, but I haven’t started working on the details yet, and the theme hasn’t been decided yet, so I haven’t thought about the title of the volume either… I’ll wait until August 24th to figure it out!
Let me take a break and get some good sleep.
Then we continue our journey.
After writing this sentence, I was actually sleepy.
Good afternoon, my dear book friends.
May we find peace.
