I am a mule, I have to be whipped and given to a carrot before I know how to grind with my hooves.

After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong. Even though I was whipped, I still didn't want to move, so I did some in-depth analysis to understand.

Lazy and greed are probably two devils engraved in my genes.

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

When did this problem start bothering me?

I checked the date and it was July 10th last year.

Not when the first chapter was published, but when the first submission was made.

Reviewed by Blu-ray Giant.

Didn't pass.

It's so uncomfortable. Most of my passion was suddenly wiped out. It doesn't matter, I will continue to change.

Still haven't passed.

Change again.

Still haven't passed.

A problem occurred.

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

After three internal submissions and revisions, I finally finished it on the fourth time. The first book is still on my bookshelf. The results were very poor. I ordered single digits and wasted no time.

The reason is very simple, even if it doesn’t look good, I won’t watch it a second time.

So on the eve of writing 500,000 yuan, I threw away the keyboard.

no point.

After writing the first book, I briefly gave up on my dream, but once the creative flame is ignited, it is difficult to completely extinguish it. There are always some sparks buried under the fire, just waiting for a gust of wind to usher in the next one.

A chance to rekindle.

So Zhihuang appeared.

Cast blue light again.

Frankly speaking, I just followed the trend and wrote it. I don’t know who brought up the subject of wilderness live broadcast, but I have to think about it myself. I don’t have the brains.

I even wrote the outline for the internal submission in this way. If it wasn’t enough, I would write it myself.

Then...

Everyone understood it, but both of them were killed.

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

YY.

Of course, in fact, the first time I voted for Y Ju, I was also killed.

The only difference is that Mr. Y gave me a few words of advice, which made me feel like I had found a treasure, as if I felt that as long as I made the changes accordingly, I would be able to submit.

But when I told this matter to a senior book writer, he asked me why not just add QQ to ask?

Submit, but can I add QQ when submitting?

I asked hesitantly.

able.

Revise the manuscript and die.

Revise the manuscript and die.

When revising a manuscript, show it to others first, then revise it, and then kill it.

Revised draft, passed.

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

Do you know this feeling?

The last book was ordered in single digits, and the second one was signed for 1,000 words and 40, what do you think?

It’s pie in the sky, you know?

Sign the contract! Test the waters.

Average, barely qualified for promotion.

Keep going, bang, break.

???

Mr. Y: It’s okay, don’t panic, I’m the one who asked you to sign the buyout, give you a chance to come back, and push you a few more chapters.

Me: Woohoo, I’m so moved. I’m going to write a few single chapters to express my grievances. I hope it will move readers to read more.

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

Can I write a good novel?

The first order was 1,700, and the same problem occurred again.

After so many recommendations, so much traffic, and this report card, is it really the reason why my writing is still acceptable?

In essence, I am a cowardly and helpless person.

Lazy and greed are probably two devils engraved in my genes.

When I wrote the copy of the city ruins, I started to panic and had nothing to write.

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

How is that possible?

I haven’t raised the price yet, I still want to make a lot of money, and I haven’t raised the level subscription yet. It just so happened that there were no recommendations during that period. I was crazy about reading, encountered bottlenecks in writing, blindly switched copies, readers expressed dissatisfaction, and editors stopped reviewing manuscripts.

, updated twice a day, with less than 3,000 new additions and nearly 400 ordered.

The current situation of price increase and average price reduction tortured me crazily. The original fatal problem completely broke out, grew and entangled from my weak bones, and finally tied me to death.

I began to be afraid of difficulties. Without solutions, I could only avoid them.

So the update became what you see now.

What I have never told everyone is that my grades are not good. I played for a year in my freshman year, but I ended up ruining myself. It was extremely difficult to study. Being able to pass is my biggest pursuit.

So you can often see that when it comes to exams, disconnection is almost inevitable.

So I just used my studies as an excuse to postpone the update.

I have no opinion at all.

It is not good for the system to force the release of tasks, so let's explore freely. Free exploration has lost its flavor, so immediately apply a frequency patch.

I do not have the ability or confidence to distinguish between good and bad suggestions from readers, and my experience cannot establish sufficient judgment and confidence.

Many readers have come and gone, and now I can no longer see familiar IDs posting comments, but I remember each one’s name very clearly.

Readers in the book club group come and go. I tried to add QQ to inquire, but without exception, the result was nothing.

The ruins copy ended hastily, and I still didn’t have a clear idea of ​​the future in my mind.

Last time I told everyone about the contract and the price increase. The editor-in-chief didn't agree and could only transfer the share.

I almost exploded due to lack of sense of security.

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

I even had the idea that we should just leave it like this, just write a thousand words and forty, it wouldn’t be too bad anyway…

The only problem is that I have already boasted about my awesomeness, and I even agreed to treat my classmates if they successfully raised the price...

I'm not willing to do it, and I'm not willing to stick to it like this.

In the end, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and continue writing by sharing.

I don't know if you will like what I write next. I just hope that when you approve of a certain copy and are disappointed with this book, you can remember this pen name.

Crustacean ants.

The next time you see Shelly Ant's work, you will be reminded that this author has brought you a pleasant adventure experience, and you can click on it again to take a look.

PS: Damn it, my takeaway was stolen today. I almost starved to death in the dormitory. Don’t let me catch the guy who stole the takeaway.
Chapter completed!