Some of the author's inner words
A few days ago, I had been complaining that the editor did not recommend it, but today, when I was listening to a song, I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry. The feeling that I had been away for more than a year, and the feeling of familiarity came back!
I remember that the idea of writing a book of my own was when I was in high school. At that time, I wrote an outline of more than 20 pages of a novel, but in the end, it ended without a disease. The outline was thrown in the bookcase and never saw the sun.
After that, I had this idea of college several times. It was not until the second half of my junior year that I began to really make up my mind not to write!
No matter what I write is good or bad, I just want to write it seriously, a novel of my own, that's all!
In order to write a novel, I gave up a lot of spare time to conceive the outline. At that time, there was no computer, and all the manuscripts were coded word by word in the night market. But watching my little wish gradually sprout and grow, the happiness in my heart is indescribable. At that time, I was obsessed with dancing, but for the sake of novels, the whole night market was often typing, and only when I was tired could I play for a while.
When you usually don't have a computer, you use your own copycat machine to press it word by word, and then store it in the mailbox. Because the mobile mailbox only supports 126 words, it often takes ten drafts to finish a chapter. After accumulating a lot, I will go to the Internet cafe to sort it out and modify it.
This state lasted until graduation, and then almost a whole year. I have accumulated 900,000 manuscripts, and I feel very happy every day. I simply like this kind of life, and I can watch my wishes thrive day by day. That feeling is really good!
Then there is the uneasy submission. When I listen to the rain, I can sign a contract. Please work hard to write, I am really happy, and I have the excitement that my own thing is recognized.
After that, I began to hit the new book list, and then I read my own clicks and comments every day, and I also care more and more about my own clicks and comments. When I see other people's books with good results, I will be envious. When I see people's books, I will envy them. Even the code word doesn't have the same feeling as before.
Although I tried to tell myself to calm down, I still couldn't help but care about this. I'm really tired and don't like it.
In fact, my original idea was just to write a book of my own. Why is it like this now? Sometimes I don't know.
I just heard Ding Dang's "Fireworks" without any objection, when she sang to write a short poem and write a novel
It only takes a second of wonderfulness to be meaningful
At that time, there seemed to be something in my heart that was broken in an instant. I inexplicably wanted to shed tears, and the feeling of long separation filled my heart again!
To write a novel, a second of wonderful is enough, and in my heart, this novel belongs to me, every second is wonderful!
There won't be any complaints in the future. Write your own book. If someone likes it, it's the best. It doesn't matter if you don't like it. I just want to write my own little dream, that's all!