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Asking everyone for a few days off.
Don’t wait any longer for today’s update.
Didn't encounter any, it's no one's problem.
All plots are within my control and advance in an orderly manner.
My editor-in-chief is also very dedicated and treats me very well.
The results are also getting better and better, with an average order of 22,000. With more than 5 million words, and only 4,000 words updated every day, it can still maintain an average subscription increase of 1,000 plus a month. It can be said that this is the only one, and I have nothing to be dissatisfied with.
The support readers can give me and the honor they can help me win are all given to me.
Stocks are going up day by day these days, you can make whatever you buy.
Even my mood wasn't bad.
Everything seemed to be going well.
The manuscripts I have produced in the past few months, excluding the copyright income, have been the highest since I wrote Heartless... I should have written thousands more a day, and my results on the list would have been better...
It's my own problem.
The outline is there, the plot lines are all ready, and the characters have been formed, just waiting for a fateful collision. Normally at this time, I would be very motivated, mobilize all my mental energy, and knead all the inextricable threads together into a brilliant picture in my imagination.
But I adjusted half of it, but I couldn't even adjust the hair. It's like two armies charging into each other. You give an order, but there are not many soldiers under your command.
Tired and exhausted.
The day before yesterday, I saw a rubbish mobile game link in the group. I clicked on it and stayed there until midnight in boredom. But even though it was so useless and empty, I didn’t want to get up and write a word. On the one hand I feel like I deserve more, on the other hand I just want to lie down.
Then I was horrified, why am I in this state? I love writing so much...
If you think about it carefully, maybe this is the same feeling as before when you didn't want to go to school/work.
I have always wanted to save a few days of drafts, and then secretly go somewhere to play while you are not paying attention. Look at the mountains, rivers and lakes, the vast world. No one will notice that I am tired, everything in the world is as usual. Like weekends I've had before.
But for so long, I haven’t saved a day’s worth of manuscripts. There seems to be an increasingly stingy motivation in my body. After writing four to five thousand words a day, it stops supplying energy.
It has been serialized for more than three years and has never been willful.
This time I will ask everyone for a few days off.
Originally it was just a thought in my heart, but when I said it in casual chat, it became increasingly uncontrollable. It was a bit of a joke at first, but then after thinking about heaven and earth, I felt relieved. I actually wanted to write something last night, but in the end I went to watch the phone, and I have put off writing the leave request until now.
Today is a sunny and windy week. I have been looking at the place for a long time and decided to take a long trip.
Then add last week, week, Monday.
Come back next Tuesday for an update. (2022/10/18).
Of course, I will make up for the updates in these four days, mark them as due updates, and give them priority when the time comes.
Mr. Di, the great butler, I don’t owe much anymore and I will pay it off.
This volume actually contains very important threads, and you can stop and look for them.
I hope everyone can have a good rest for a few days.
Just like that, I ran away.
My dear friend…
Goodbye. Goodbye.
A belated leave request
