Since April 2017, I have been failing continuously.
"Summer Blown by the Wind", from April to July now, has been shot dead by website editors nine times.
Perhaps many people will choose to give up. It always feels so far away.
Is the topic chosen wrong, or the writing style is not popular.
I don't want to complain about how much effort I put into writing this novel.
In the dead of night, I should think about whether to change my mind.
Failure is not the mother of success.
I couldn't breathe under the invisible pressure.
I suddenly wanted success more than ever.
But fate seems to be playing tricks on me all the time.
Boxes of manuscript paper, trembling with a pencil in hand, and pain in the arm can't be exchanged for other people's approval.
I hate this irrational sense of belonging.
? Fear, fear, and confusion about the future.
? From the first failure, I did not give up.
the second time¡
the third time¡¡
the fourth time¡
The ninth time
I am like a samurai who became more and more courageous in the Vietnam War, fighting alone on the battlefield without giving up.
? From 10,000 words to 90,000 words
? From April to July
? Long days, waiting with all my heart, spent my heart and energyto cultivate emotionsI almost spent my whole body and mind
However, I am still standing on the other side far away from success There is no boat to let me float there I can only watch like this I don't know the date of return
Persistence has become an illusory noun.
From 13 to 27 years old. From a green boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth to being used to the cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.
From a few words written on the draft paper to a long essay composed of words.
In the middle, my youth passed. Through my dreams. Gorgeous wings woven in the middle of the night. Turned into a sigh.
In the thicker breath of summer, the body watered with sweat. The wanton behavior of mosquitoes.
A troubled world that cannot be broken free.
How to define the future?
Choose to move forward, give up, or start all over again?
I am not as strong as others imagine. Weakness sometimes cannot withstand any storm.
Time and time againlike an unbeatable Xiaoqiang
In fact, I know better than anyone else that if you give upit will be very difficult and long to choose a new subject
"Summer Blown by the Wind" was extracted from "Sorry, I Love You".
I wrote for four months. like a part of my body. Witnessed my growth in literature. So, I insisted on rewriting, hoping to succeed
I wrote the beginning of "Summer Blown by the Wind" first, and the click-through rate reached 50 on the first day. I thought I could see the light But, with the development of the plot, I don't know whether it is the reason for the slow update or poor writing The number of visits Fewer and fewer¡
So far, only five hundred people have visited.
However, "One Night Love", which I have always called the worst to write, has reached 1,500 visits. I don't know where it came from?
It took me only one month to write "One Night Love", it was completely practice! But its response was beyond my expectation
And what really worries me is that I pay more, but get no results
I have insomnia againStanding in front of the windowListening to the noise of cars passing by outsideThe sound of mosquitoes, the whispers of unknown bugs
The night is deep
I began to reflect on the idea of ??creation
And I know that no matter how many times I get shot, I will still insist on finishing the rest of the plot
A me who never admits defeat is destined to be riddled with failuresand only through these stumbling climbs can I learn to face the road under my feet calmly
Don't rush, don't panic, don't be afraid
Because the day of victory will always come.
?The ninth time of failure, the ninth time of crying, the ninth time of never giving up (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com