I was a mule, and I had to be whipped and given a turnip to know how to grind with my hooves.

After thinking about it, it didn't feel right, I still didn't want to move after being whipped, so I didn't understand it after a deep analysis.

Inertia and greed are probably the two demons engraved in my genes.

Do I have what it takes to write a good book?

Since when did this question start bothering me?

Flipping through the date, it was July 10th last year.

Not when the first chapter is released, but when the first submission is made.

Blu-ray giant audited.

Not ever.

It's so uncomfortable, most of my passion was knocked out at once, it's okay, I'll continue to change.

Still haven't been.

Change it again.

Still haven't been.

The problem arises.

Do I have what it takes to write a good book?

I submitted three revisions, and finally did it on the fourth time, and the first book is still on my shelf, and the results are very miserable, all of which are in single digits, and I am a fool.

The reason is very simple, it's not good-looking, and I won't watch it a second time.

So I wrote on the eve of 500,000 and threw the keyboard.

It doesn't make sense.

After writing the first book, I gave up my dream for a short time, but the flame of creation, once ignited, is difficult to completely extinguish, there are always some sparks buried under the pot fire, just waiting for a whole wind, ushering in the next opportunity to rekindle.

So the straight wilderness appeared.

Cast a blue light giant again.

Frankly speaking, I just followed the trend to write about it, and I don't know who brought it up with the theme of wilderness live broadcast, but if I want to think about it myself, I don't have this brain.

I even wrote the outline on the internal projection like this, and I couldn't enjoy reading it, so I wrote it myself.

And then......

I understand everything, and I was killed again.

But here is a twist where I met a different editor.

yy。

Of course, in fact, the first time he invested in Y Ju was also killed.

The only difference is that Mr. Y gave me a few words of advice, which made me feel as if I could vote for it as long as I changed it.

But when I told a senior who wrote a book, he asked me, why don't you just add QQ to ask?

Can I add QQ to the submission?

I asked in a hesitant manner.

Yes.

Revision, killing.

Revision, killing.

Revise the draft, first show it to others, then change it, and kill it.

Revision, passed.

Mr. Y asked: Do you want to sign a buyout? Forty in a thousand words.

You know how it feels?

The last book is in single digits, and the second book is signed to buy out 4000 words, what are your thoughts?

You know there's pie in the sky?

Agency! on testing the waters.

Decent and barely able to advance.

Continue, snap, break and push.

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Mr. Y: It's okay, don't panic, who asked you to be the buyout I signed, give you a chance to come back, and then give you a few more chapters.

Me: Woo woo, I'm so moved, I'm going to write a few single chapters to complain, hoping to move readers to read it.

So, I was finally on the shelves after being pulled three times.

Can I write a good one?

The first order of one thousand seven, the same problem arose again.

After so many recommendations, so much traffic, and getting this transcript, is it really the reason why I can still write the purpose?

Essentially, I am an unassertive and cowardly person.

Inertia and greed are probably the two demons engraved in my genes.

Writing about the copy of the ruins of the city, I began to panic, there was nothing to write about.

Satisfying the thirst for knowledge is a major feature of the wilderness, but after four or five copies in a row, many knowledge points have already been explained, and it is extremely difficult to achieve this effect again.

How can that be?

I haven't raised the price yet, I still want to make a lot of money, the average subscription has not risen to get it, it just so happened that there was no recommendation during that time, the reading was crazy, the writing encountered a bottleneck, the copy was blindly converted, the readers were dissatisfied, the editor no longer reviewed the manuscript, two updates a day, less than 3,000 new additions, and nearly 400 were ordered.

The status quo of bargaining and falling out of the price was frenzied and tormented me, and the fatal problem exploded, growing and tangling from my cowardly bones, and finally tied me to death.

I began to be afraid, and there was no solution, so I had to avoid it.

And so the update became what you see today.

What I have never told you is that my grades are not good, I played for a year in my freshman year, and as a result, I played myself uselessly, and it was extremely difficult to study, and being able to pass was the greatest pursuit.

As you can often see, when it comes to exams, dropping the line is almost inevitable.

That's just an excuse to postpone the renewal under the pretext of studying.

I don't have any opinions in my bones.

If the system is not good at forcing the release of tasks, then explore freely, and free exploration will be no longer tasteful, and it will be patched immediately.

I don't have the ability or confidence to tell the difference between good and bad readers' suggestions, and my experience doesn't build up enough judgment and self-confidence.

Readers have come and gone a lot, and now I don't see the familiar ID posting comments, but I remember the name of each one very clearly.

The readers of the book friend group came and went, and I tried to add QQ inquiries, but the results were all lost in the sea without exception.

The ruins were hastily finished, and there was still no clear vision of the future in my head.

Last time, I told you about the contract and raised the price. The editor-in-chief disagreed, so he had to transfer it.

I almost exploded because I didn't feel safe.

Doubts about my own abilities almost grew from my bones into a towering tree.

I even thought that if I didn't write it like this, I would write it down in a thousand words and forty words, and it wouldn't be bad anyway.....

The only problem is that the has already been blown out, and I even promised my classmates a treat if the price increase was successful......

I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, so I hold on.

In the end, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and continue to write in a divided way.

I don't know if you will like what you write next, but I just hope that when you approve a copy and are disappointed with the book, you will remember this pseudonym.

Crustacean ants.

The next time you see the work of the Beetle, you can remember that this author has brought you an enjoyable adventure, and you can click in again to take a second look.

ps: Ge Laozi, the takeaway was stolen today, and I almost starved to death in the dormitory, don't let me catch the guy who stole the takeaway.

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