Cover your face and worship first.
Ashamed of you all.
Ashamed, I haven’t updated it for a long time.
Sorry, the article stops here.
Three shames, a bad ending.
Let’s start with the discontinuation of updates, and then we’ll get to where we end up.
Speaking of interruptions, many readers may have asked this question in the past two years, is the author of Above the Dome dead? I went to ferry my own book and typed it up to Above the Dome, and the entry that came out also included "Is the author of Above the Dome dead?"
Let me answer this directly: no.
I'm still alive, really. In the past few years, speaking of good things, I got married and had a lovely daughter, because she is always happy; speaking of bad things, I have indeed gone through a very dark and struggling stage, and it did not pass at once, but happened repeatedly. I tried it several times, but luckily I got over it in the end, so I won’t mention it here again.
In addition to factors such as mental condition, physical condition, and household chores, one of the most important reasons for me to stop writing is actually very simple: I just can’t write anymore.
Probably some time before I stopped updating, I suddenly found that my writing was boring and I had no passion.
First, I can’t write anything new.
For example, fighting, after Zending Na Yida and Wan Ren Lai Chao, based on the combat system of this book and these characters, I can no longer think of a better battle.
I can't develop a new source energy combat system for Aoko and the others. I can't even come up with a new detailed idea of using a "hook" to hang a sword on the source energy device.
Therefore, I don’t know how I can continue writing and how I can give a good, passionate and moving final stage.
Second, I cannot write about the age of the universe.
As a liberal arts student, my basic knowledge in this area is so lacking that "when fighting in space, there will be no sparks when fighting with swords" and "there are many errors in the description of the Martian environment". These things were all told to me by readers. knew.
And this cannot be solved by searching a few basic knowledge on the search website, because without systematic basic knowledge, there is no soil for imagination. There are many things that I can't think of at all, and naturally there is no way to build on this basis. A wonderful story.
In short, this contradiction between "I can no longer write" and "the story is not finished yet" caused my dilemma.
Then why didn't I explain it to everyone at that time and finish it in time?
Firstly because I have no experience dealing with this situation.
Secondly, because I was still unconvinced and unwilling to admit and accept a bad result, I thought I would be able to fix it by taking a break, so I came back and wrote several times in the middle. Unfortunately, the final result still proved: I wrote No more going down to the dome.
After doing this several times, I began to escape from the dome.
I’m really afraid of it, when I think about it, when I see it, it’s like it’s a dark mountain that weighs me down, and I can’t wrap my head around the ending. I can’t write well anymore, and I can’t get over it myself, and I can’t get over it for the readers either…
In those days when I was escaping, I would occasionally feel annoyed and would think: If only the sword ended at the top of the zenith; if only the battle ended at the pole of Antarctica; if only the eunuch could be a eunuch without any psychological burden...
However, after all, there is no way to "how good" it is, so what everyone sees now is this result. This book will not write about humans going directly to the depths of the universe to intercept the entire Dajian group or about Miwang leading the fleet to the Blue Star Dome. Maybe one day in the future I will be free, courageous, and have enough basic knowledge. I will write about it again. Write something about it, but for now, that's it for sure.
In fact, I am still above the dome of "fear".
This ending, even the writing quality is very poor. I think many friends can see this, because I really don’t want to write, I just forced my head to write.
These words did not flow out from the tip of the pen. They were forced out one by one while restraining my desire to escape and the pain of creation. It was written by force.
At this point, I think I’ve been candid enough, maybe even too candid.
It's already very late, so I won't go on. (In the past two days and two nights, I probably haven’t slept for two hours in total. Plus, I’m still in Sanyang’s tail, so I’m already a little drifting.)
What should I say in the end? I know that everyone will be dissatisfied because I am not dissatisfied either.
If you are really upset, you can just scold me. Since your writing is not good, you should stand up when you are beaten. Besides, I have stopped writing in the past two or three years, and my face must have grown a lot, and I am not as afraid of scolding as before. .
I still feel ashamed of everyone.
Anyway, Above the Dome is finished.
Goodbye, gentlemen!
(By the way, I almost forgot what day it is today. I wish everyone: peace, health, happiness, and more money in the new year of 2024.)
