Today, I logged in for free for a limited time.
I uploaded the first chapter on May 16th, and I am full of ambition.
On January 1st, when it was 60,000 words long, it was listed in the popular serial to test the water and recommended. It increased by 600 in a single week, which was obviously not good.
.08, 80,000 words were recommended for new science fiction books, with an increase of 800 in a single week, causing confusion and anxiety.
.10,000 words were listed in the category and strongly recommended, with an increase of 700 in a single week, which was a thunderous success.
I began to wonder whether the world was wrong or I was wrong.
What did I do wrong? Or has the times eliminated me?
I began to want to face up to my own incompetence and my inability to write a satisfying article that would make me fall in love with it after just one glance.
I began to question myself whether this story was necessary to continue.
I have always told myself that I should write as much as I can, with a little bit of trivial pursuit.
Don't be too ambitious, just seek food and clothing with no regrets.
So I always think that stories constructed with care will definitely be appreciated by readers.
I know that my book still goes against the current trend.
It's a slow start, and it's obviously going to be science fiction, but it starts out as a standard urban entertainment.
I am really good at writing about cities, and many people have asked me, why do you write about science fiction when you want to write about cities?
Isn’t science fiction all about unlimited flow and a world of black technology? Why, you want to write this kind of obscure science fiction at Qidian. Do you really want to go bankrupt?
I was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
I confess. Really, I didn’t think too much about it, but after experiencing the devastating three consecutive eunuchs in 2019, I asked myself again and again at night, what should I do? How can I hold on?
I can't think of any other solution other than changing careers and finding another job.
Many readers know that I used to be an environmentalist and had some achievements. I attended the school's reunion and chatted with my college advisor, who heard about my intention to apply for a job. A week later, an offer from a technical vice president was placed in front of me. The monthly salary was not high, but not low either.
If I accept this offer and return to my job in the environmental protection industry, I can only and must take responsibility for my family from now on, and I can no longer afford to be distracted.
In the end, I made a decision that my family didn’t understand and started a new book.
I thought that the stories that I put all my efforts into conceiving would always be recognized by some die-hard readers, no matter how good the results were. Just like when I wrote "Take the Goddess Queen with You", which was first ordered at 263, to 4.22 million words, all of which were ordered at 2,800, sold the comic copyright, and the daily sales on Tencent Comics were very high.
I thought I could, but reality poured a bucket of freezing cold water on me.
I can't deny that the recommendation results at the beginning were really terrible, so I shouldn't recommend Sanjiang strongly.
No one can guess what my state of mind was when I went to the editor to apply to put it directly on the shelves, knowing that there would be no more recommendations, and the public chapter was about to reach 300,000 words with numb persistence.
At that time, there were four thousand collections. What I'm thinking about is that there are so many people reading pirated copies of Qidian now, and the book review section is stagnant. Only Ye Feng and a few other die-hard old fans are still encouraging me. I don't think my subscription-to-book ratio will be good.
If the first order is less than 200, and the order-to-revenue ratio is 20:1, it’s like saying goodbye to this industry and continuing to build sewage treatment stations.
But the ending is a bit embarrassing.
Initial order of three hundred.
I can't get up or down.
It was higher than my expectations, but still not enough for food and clothing.
I started asking myself again.
Do you want to persist? What was my original dream?
What kind of book do you want to write? What kind of story do you want to tell?
Do you want to live up to your readers’ trust and expectations again and again?
In a numbing update, I thought about it for two days and decided to go ahead.
What happened next will be known to many new readers.
Brothers have given me many chapter recommendations, and I have not let go of almost any good brother who can do PY.
I actually didn’t ask for chapter recommendation like this before.
But I found an extremely shameless reason for myself.
For survival.
It is both the survival of life and the last remaining embers of the dream of writing a good story.
I'm going to use my own shamelessness to reignite it.
So I did it.
You should have seen the specific brothers I asked for chapter recommendations in my last speech.
Frankly speaking, I didn’t have high hopes for the chapter promotions, but what I never expected was that after my brothers’ chapter promotions were all in place, my average order rose from more than 200 to 800.
Then, a Silver Alliance came.
The average order quickly exceeded one thousand.
I calculated once at that time that if the daily updates were 8,000 and the average subscription was 1,000, the monthly manuscript fee could be 6,000 to 7,000. Although it still could not solve the debt problem, it finally made some sense to persevere.
Before I knew it, another twenty days had passed.
I was waiting for the limited-time free service, which I once despised, but now it is a life-saving recommendation.
