Chapter 47: Reflections on the Release of the Chapter

The editor sent me a message this morning saying that it would be on the shelves early this morning.

It’s going to be on the shelves again.

So fast.

It seems like it was just yesterday when I uploaded my new book. No, it should be said that it seemed like it was just yesterday when I last finished the book… That scene of thriving vitality and flourishing things is still before my eyes. How come in the blink of an eye, it has become the place where my book is published?

Someone must have sped up the flow of my time. I hope he will come out and confess soon and not be caught by me, otherwise he will suffer the consequences.

Of course, it could also be because happy times are always short-lived...right?

But I don’t seem to be very happy!
It turns out that time flies by so fast, no matter whether you are happy or not, only when you are suffering will you feel like a year. For example, stuck, stuck, and stuck.

It's very strange. Before uploading, I could write thousands or even tens of thousands of words every day, and my manuscripts accumulated very quickly. But once I started a new book, life became no longer easy.

I get a small card every three days and a big card every five days. I get so many cards that I lost the old times and made my little girl bald. I am always trembling with fear and treading on thin ice. I just want to post a circle of friends to ask myself if I can make it to the other side.

God knows if it’s possible, I don’t even know!
That’s why I look ahead and behind, why I hesitate, why I feel that my years are wasted when the days seem like years. But when I look back, I find that my days are too full, so full that sometimes I can’t believe it.

I often look back at what I wrote, and most of the time I feel that it is so damn good, how could I write such a great thing. And more often I roll on the ground and cry, feeling that I can never write such a great thing again.

Sometimes, I will focus on watching some plots I like, because I still remember how happy I was when I wrote this paragraph. There are also some plots that I will subconsciously skip and ignore because that period of time was not smooth or very bad.

I haven’t written a diary since I graduated from elementary school, but now when I look back at those stories, I feel that my boring past is reappearing before my eyes once again.

Updates are like turpentine. When they fall from the branches, they will wrap around my past self. After a period of time, the memories of the past will appear in the update list like neatly arranged amber.

When I was writing this chapter, Bai Ze celebrated my birthday; when I was writing that chapter, Duoduo fell ill; I remember being very sad when this plot was updated; that plot was really difficult to write, and I stayed up very late at night, but now it seems that the effect is really good... Those various trivial past events were sandwiched in the gaps after the plot, hidden in corners that I had never noticed, and when I looked back, they suddenly jumped out and appeared in front of me when I was not paying attention.

It's such a distant thing, yet you still help me remember it.

awesome.

There must be some benefits to this job, right?

Ever since I started writing full-time, my life has become monotonous and boring.

After I open my eyes every day, I spend most of my time in front of the computer. After I finish typing, I will collapse in my chair, unable to move. I gave up socializing and going out, no longer interacting with other people, and rarely talking to others. After a long time, I became reluctant to actively send messages to others. I was immersed in my own world every day. Over time, it seemed as if I had become transparent.

Looking back now, I feel lost, but also...

So damn cool!
How can there be such a good thing in the world? !
What did I do early in the morning? Oh, I seemed to have started typing early in the morning.

It feels even better when you think about it this way.

When I was young, I often thought, this world is so dark, I want to fight and kill everything! After I am no longer young, I feel that although this world is not so bad, at least I have found the place that makes me feel most at ease.

As long as I can write something, I will feel happy.

If readers like it, I think it's worth it. Of course, it would be even better if there is no requirement for daily updates. This day is like heaven with rivers flowing with milk and honey and trees full of figs.

If I could write a book that readers would remember for a lifetime, then my life would not have been lived in vain, right?
So, try harder, grit your teeth, and hold on, it seems like nothing will happen.

When I was fourteen, I imagined that after leaving my hometown, I would go to places I had never been to and live a meaningful life. At that time, I didn't know what a meaningful life was, but if possible, at least I would try to achieve as much as possible.

Looking back now, I realize that in fifty years of life, if I could do one thing well, it is already a great achievement.

It would be great if you could do a few more things.

If you look at it this way, I don't seem to have accomplished anything as I thought. At the very least, I can still support my family, take good care of Bai Ze and Duo Duo, and at least let Duo Duo live a dog food-free life. Well, in fact, Bai Ze and Duo Duo are taking care of me... But I also contribute. At least as a person being taken care of, I still provide a lot of valuable emotional value!

If life is a battle, let's quack and kill together, and I'll be responsible for the quack because I have a loud voice!

But apart from chattering about life, there is only work left.

Typing, updating, and writing stuck, it’s time to start again.

It is foreseeable that the future will be like this, year after year, month after month. I hope that one day I can live a wonderful life where I can write smoothly without any interruptions every day, but that is too far away.

It doesn't matter if you have a writer's block, you still have to write.

If I don’t have any inspiration, I will go look for it. Go wherever there is one, no matter where in the sky or the underworld. If I can’t find it either, then I will go somewhere else.

Big or small, you can always find it.

If you can’t find it, look for it again, pretend to have found it, and continue writing.

Now, "Above Destiny" is about to be put on the shelves. Even though there are only a few manuscripts left and the future is uncertain, after being anxious for so many days, I actually feel a little relieved. It's like I've been procrastinating for too long and finally been sent to the guillotine.

No need to hesitate any longer, the plan is set.

The journey with no end in sight has begun again. No matter you are ready or not, you have to keep moving forward.

I hope that luck and creativity will continue to favor me as always.

I hope you like my small achievements.

After a long time, we meet again at the starting point of the journey. Now, this Skyrail flight, Doomsday Train, is about to depart. The conductor Ji Jue has been waiting for a long time. Passengers are requested to hold their tickets and board the train in an orderly manner.

I sincerely hope that everyone has a pleasant journey.

I also hope that in the future, we can meet again at the end.

thank you all!

Thank you!

Duoduo and I both love you, really!
(End of this chapter)