I was typing late at night, and everything was silent except for the whine of the electric fan and the faint sound of frogs croaking outside the window. Along with the sound of me typing on the keyboard, I suddenly felt something in my heart and wanted to talk about something.
So I wrote this essay to share my journey with readers.
When I first came into contact with novels, I was around the age of junior high school. The first novel I read was a book I rented from a bookstore during the summer vacation, called "The Story of Demons and Gods."
At that time, I was so shocked that I felt addicted to it and couldn't extricate myself.
After that, I also borrowed martial arts masterpieces such as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but to be honest, they were not attractive enough to me.
Until I saw another book called "Piaomiao Journey", I seemed to have found my direction.
When I entered high school and studied abroad, without the control of my parents, I became more and more obsessed with novels. I read them both in class and after class. My grades plummeted and I could only enroll in a junior college.
In the three years of college, from the initial paper, to MP3, to Internet cafes, to reading at night in the dead of night.
I can't say that I'm studying, I'm just addicted to it.
In those years, I have particularly deep memories of some books, such as "Blasphemy", "Purple River", "Beast Blood Boils", "Infinite Terror" and "Tianpeng Zongheng"
All these things, even now, I still remember many stories and many plots.
And after reading too much, I naturally wanted to write, and I started writing, but it all came to nothing, but my heart was still here.
It wasn't until after graduation that I found a job in a transformer factory in my hometown. I worked there for three months, earning a monthly salary of 800 yuan. I saved 2,400 yuan and bought my first computer.
That may be the beginning of a dream, but to be honest, I don’t have much confidence, and I don’t think I have any talent. I just made some settings and wrote some things intermittently.
It wasn't until 2016 that I mustered up the courage to publish my first book, titled "When the Demonic Tide Rises"
I was a real novice at that time, and there were a lot of problems with my writing, but I really gained recognition from some readers and achieved some results.
But also because it was my first book and I lacked experience, I fell apart as I wrote it.
Then, for the second book "Wilan", the results were so bad that I became a eunuch.
The third book, "The Lord of Nightmares", was written intermittently, but the results were not very good, so it was considered unfinished.
Suddenly looking back, when I read it again, I realized that the first book had the best results. It was written when I was the most immature, and it was the most recognized one.
While I felt dumbfounded, I also felt that I might not be suitable for this bowl of rice. I thought about giving up, but it was always hard to reconcile.
To be honest, I'm actually quite lazy, I'm slow at coding, and I can't write without inspiration. I also like to delve into details, talk about logic, and make settings, and my writing is not that good.
Sometimes when I am not satisfied with what I write, I don’t want to post it.
More than one reader has told me that your "Magic Tide" is the best, so just revise it, change the website, and publish it again.
You can make a lot of small money.
To be honest, I am short of money, and it’s not like I say that it’s just enough food, not shabby.
But I just can't get over this level of my own. I feel like it would be a kind of blasphemy to do this, and I wouldn't do it anyway.
Therefore, I prepared this book again, made a complete setting and outline, and also found an editor to review it. Overall, the review is not high.
Maybe, it is indeed a bit behind the times. My kind of rush can no longer adapt to the times.
No matter what, this book is written and published, and I will do my best to write it well.
Because I have a job, not a full-time job, so I can't do anything explosive, so I worked hard to tell the story as well as possible chapter by chapter.
This may also be my last book. After all, I am no longer young. At this age, I have a family and a family. Apart from talking about dreams, I also take on the responsibilities of being a father and a husband.
Okay, after rambling for so long, I actually don’t know what I want to express. Maybe I just wrote and wrote, and my emotions broke out, so I wrote this full of nonsense.
If readers feel that my ears and eyes are dirty, please forgive me.
It was late at night. After posting this essay, I took a shower and went to bed.
I have to go to work tomorrow.
When I was young, I was not afraid of the sky or the earth. I always felt that with these hands, I would always have what I should have.
But gradually, I realized that I was just one of the many living beings, running around and worrying about daily necessities.
I wrote this book just to make you smile and comfort you when you are tired and tired. That's enough!
By the way, finally, I have to give special thanks to the reader Gao Tianhao for helping me improve the settings and sort out the plot.
You have helped me a lot, so I have to say it seriously.
Thanks, brother!
