Oh hoo!
I am Moritian.
Your morning toilet companion.
Your bedtime companion.
Your internet cybernetic adopted son.
It's back!
Thank you for your support and appreciation. It will be available at 12 noon today!
I will continue to update in the morning starting tomorrow, because I am too lazy to divide chapters, so from now on it will be two-in-one single larger chapters.
I apologize in advance for not being able to update. This book must have enough space to be written well. Once you fall into the rhythm of being forced to rush for speed, problems will arise in your mentality and story.
You can call me names in this line.
You can also say in this line, "Four or five thousand words each time is already very impressive!"
Or "The newer ones are also cute!"
Then, other things about the story, such as what was written well, what was wrong, the original intention of the creation, who made mistakes, what needs to be corrected, etc., I think it’s better not to talk about it.
It should be a closed stage, an independent world. It should only be performed in my mind and performed in front of your eyes.
If I suddenly jumped out during the middle of the performance and made a condescending comment, or humbly bowed to express my acceptance, this would be a blasphemy to the entire performance, and even the actors on the stage would follow suit.
Jinx just needs to believe that she is perfect.
Therefore, please allow me to hide everything about the story and leave it to the day when I finish the book to give a critical review.
By the way, the VIP book club has just been re-established. You can join this book with 500 fan points temporarily, which can be seen in the introduction.
Don't worry, according to my update volume, it should be... it should be... Anyway, it won't be too long before you can join.
At the same time, in the introductions of the old books "The Learning Demon Cultivation System" and "The Girl at the Front Desk Is My Number One Black Fan", entry channels for 2,000 fan points are also opened.
Puqun is really unable to maintain it, and we are deeply sorry.
Okay, that’s all.
The story continues, I have to exit quickly.
Before we meet again.
Once again, thank you for your appreciation!
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The following content is just for chatting with friends who happen to have nothing to do (pooping is not finished) and want to know about my current situation. It is useless and there is no need to read it at all.
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Hi.
haven't seen you for a long time.
I didn’t expect you were still there.
Hi.
first meet.
Thank you for your likes.
I still have time, so I woke up early today and spent a lot of time in the sun just to be in a good mood and chat with you.
Um……
It’s great to be able to write a book.
Let’s start here.
When you see this sentence, you may think it's a bit fake and a bit disgusting, but that's what I think.
Give me a few minutes and let's go back in time a little bit, back to April of this year, which was eight months ago.
At that time, I went to the book review section of the old book and replied to a post, telling everyone that "the new book will be coming soon."
This is actually not a lie. I had actually written the beginning and was about to publish it.
But the next day.
I suddenly couldn't write a book.
At that time, I sat in front of the computer, opened Word, and prepared passionate coding as usual.
But after only writing a dozen words, I felt that nothing was fluent, and I was stumbling on how to organize the language.
My head became more and more confused along with the sentences, until I was dizzy and confused.
Not to mention coming up with an interesting plot, even organizing a coherent sentence has become a big problem.
3 minutes, sitting in front of the computer, it only took 3 minutes to become like this.
I didn't know at the time that these three minutes would come every day.
In the following months, I went to the hospital countless times, checked every relevant part, took more than 20 kinds of medicines and supplements, gave up all bad habits, and continued to exercise, fast and meditate. .
This made me, an innocent and beautiful boy in my early 20s, instantly look a few years younger. When I bought a cup of milk tea, the clerk couldn’t help but add a few more coconuts to my cup.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I could never defeat those three minutes.
It's like a curse etched into my brain.
Every department in the hospital has no good explanation for it, and the only explanation it seems is vague "brain fog."
But I prefer to call it "the syndrome of not being able to write a book."
Because it seems...
I had this problem when I was writing a book.
Playing the game smoothly, even the luck of drawing cards has improved.
Going out to play basketball is a big deal, running for two hours is nothing.
So maybe it’s because I’ve been sub-healthy for too long?
Or is it because you have been overworking your brain all year round, so you just need to supplement some vitamins and minerals in an appropriate amount to nourish yourself?
With this mentality, I took more supplements and a few more months passed.
I think everything should be fine.
But once I open the document, the three devilish minutes always come as scheduled.
It is like a vulture that never tires, only coming to peck at my brain when I start to make up stories.
It’s not really... impossible to write a book, right?
I'm a little scared, but what can I do.
The editor Huya, on the other hand, always sends an Ultraman kick on time.
"Where's your fucking new book? Are you still playing **?"
The specific wording may not be this, but the momentum is correct.
It’s hard for me to explain that the 3-minute curse is true, but I was actually playing games every time she asked about it.
As a result, the release date of this book was postponed from April to October.
A lot of things happened in the meantime, but nothing changed about the "can't write a book syndrome".
In the past six months, I have not been able to survive those three minutes a day.
Maybe it’s true that I can’t write a book.
Not willing to give in?
That's not bad.
That's all I am, a loser.
Yes, I am not desperate or uncomfortable, I am even cheerful and happy.
There's just always something missing.
I have no idea.
But can't think about it.
I dare not even think about it.
So, this happiness lasted until mid-October.
It seemed that my search for medical advice finally broke through some kind of algorithm barrier, and the video website suddenly pushed a video to me.
It's about anxiety, I forgot the specific name.
It probably means that we will all fall into internal consumption due to the anxiety at hand. When the intensity and duration of this consumption exceed a certain limit, it will turn into a disease.
When you get sick, your heart will beat faster, you may feel dizzy, etc.
oh? This seems to fit my situation?
That's right, why didn't you consider mental illness?
So I explored Morita therapy more deeply.
This therapy probably allows you to accept the things that make you anxious.
For example, if you are afraid of failing in an exam, then just do it. Whether you are afraid of it or not, you have to do it.
Of course, this is not just a show. I still have to work hard to do well in the exam, but I can completely accept the result of failing the exam.
This is quite simple to say, but it is actually a whole system of behavioral cognitive therapy, so I won’t venture to expand on it.
There's just one detail in it that really resonates with me.
"The reason why you are anxious is precisely because you attach too much importance to the matter in front of you."
"You're too afraid of failure."
This sentence definitely hit me.
Yes, I'm too scared.
I was afraid that the story would be boring, so I scratched my head and couldn't sleep.
I was afraid that my grades would not be good, so I kept changing them again and again.
I was afraid of being scolded, so I hesitated.
I'm afraid, so I'm even more afraid.
However, the more afraid I am, the less I can write, and the less I can write, the more afraid I am.
This is a spiral cycle of anxiety. I believe many friends have similar feelings, and the author friends have a deep understanding of it.
As for how to solve it...
Just give up, there's no way around it.
If you are not afraid that what you create is bullshit, then why are you doing it?
It is precisely because we cherish it so much that we dare not face it.
All we can do is accept fear and failure.
The story is boring?
Anyway, I tried my best, and this is the most fun I can make.
Poor performance?
How could it be worse? It won’t die, so it will get better naturally as you write it longer.
scolded?
Can you bring me someone who won't be scolded?
Afraid?
Everyone is afraid, right? It’s because of fear that you choose to write stories, right? Just be afraid, where else can you escape?
Let nature take its course and do what you have to do.
That's all.
After understanding and trying to change some perceptions.
That day.
I finally opened the document again.
Look up again.
4 hours passed.
The mood at that moment cannot be described.
I can only say.
It’s great to be able to write a book.
I believe you can understand a little better now.
Soon, very soon.
"Where's your fucking new book? Are you still playing porn??" Huya's screen shook unexpectedly.
"You're so noisy! The stinky editor knows nothing. Don't bother me with my coding!" I scolded him back on the spot.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I have never tolerated my wife and editor.
"???" Huya didn't believe it.
"**" I scolded her again.
"When will it be sent?" she asked.
"Tomorrow." I answered.
Then it was published.
To this day, I still remember how I felt that day.
The act of publishing the book itself doesn't feel very good.
But when I saw the familiar names popping up like marmots, I couldn't control my facial expressions at all.
“Dog Mushroom???”
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...You are still alive..."
"Do you know how I spent this year?"
"I don't know what you are thinking. I can't even contact you. What I know is that in these 452 days, 12 hours and 9 minutes, you are back."
"You are... someone who cannot be forgotten... What is very important... is... your name is... why can't I remember it (crying)."
I laughed out loud.
I just realized that I haven’t laughed like that in a long time.
The original missing part.
it's here.
Okay, this sentence is really disgusting. I'll give you a vomit basin.
Then came the release of the book. There were inevitably some bumps along the way, but they were not that important.
If I have to say it, just one thing.
Qidian now has a new function. Authors can see the "conversion rate" and "retention rate" brought by recommendations. The industry calls this "absorption". If these two rates are high, it means that the book is absorbing a lot, and vice versa. .
And from the first day, these two data have been frighteningly low.
The child was so frightened that he had never seen anything so miserable in his life.
Fortunately, Ultraman's flying kick came immediately.
"Fear your mother, keep reading **** and let me prevail."
After seeing this, I stabilized myself. Thank you, Ultraman who was passing by.
No, no, thank you.
I also realized that under today's "absorption" algorithm, this book should not exist at all, and should have been eliminated in the first round.
Fortunately, with you accompanying me all the way, I was able to keep reading steadily and stumble to where I am today.
Also grateful for this platform.
Here, paying users are the basis of everything and the initial and final service targets.
As long as there are enough paying users to appreciate a book.
Even if the amount it inhales is only one ten thousandth, even if it is zero, even if passers-by sneer at it.
It deserves to be alive.
So, “feel your appreciation” is never empty talk.
Whether past or future, it is the be-all and end-all.
The most beautiful, the most pragmatic, the most sincere, and the most passionate are all in it!
So in closing, please bear with me one more time.
Thank you for your appreciation!
And me——
It’s great to be able to write a book!
