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    Writing novels is not that easy.  Even the novels I once wrote.  About [Legend of the Blue Forest] Before I started writing, I wrote a full six pages of notes, but I still couldn't write a complete story outline.

    My mind was imprisoned.  The more I wanted to innovate, but I was stuck in place.

    I am not satisfied with the beginning of this story.  I criticize others not to have prejudice against low-level personnel.  But don't I have this kind of thinking in my bones?

    Although this novel has been rewritten twice.  But before Huang Jialan entered the factory, it was because of her mother's illness.  If I wasn't prejudiced, I would have set her up as a working girl from the very beginning.

    I am doing such a job, but I never recognize this job from the bottom of my heart.

    I loathe love and marriage that match each other.  But in my novels, the male and female protagonists are evenly matched in the end, no matter in terms of knowledge or family background.

    I am so duplicity.  It is a contradictory carrier.

    While I was preaching my innocence, I seemed to be detached from the muddy world.  But my heart has long since melted into the world of mortals.  Dusty.

    Before writing [Legend of the Blue Forest], my brain was in a mess.  I don't know how to write.  I want to write something different.

    I stood at the window and gazed at things outside.

    I know that there has been heavy snow in my hometown.

    I know it doesn't snow in this southern city.

    The weather won't get cold anymore.

    I think of the eight wasted days I spent during the Spring Festival holiday.  Like the wind and sand that cannot be grasped in the hand.

    And shall I continue to waste the rest of my time?

    I started to get anxious and started eating like crazy.  Especially those spicy foods.  The moment they enter my stomach.  The taste bud stimulation brought by the tip of the tongue makes my heart rise and fall like a roller coaster.

    I think I'm in the blues again.

    I listened to a song many times in a row.

    But I don't want to change to another one.

    What kind of story should I write?

    What kind of stories can I write?

    Regarding the skills I have mastered, the understanding of life I don't have a clear cognitive mind.

    I feel extremely annoyed.

    But I can't find a way to break through my own limitations.

    The panic at this moment is like confusion about the future.

    I long for a snow to decorate the beautiful world.  Let my heart calm down in the irritability.  No superfluous emotions dominate my thoughts.  Let me fall into that pure sky.

    Because I have no plans for the future, I show my laziness and incompetence.

    I didn't like the environment I was in but didn't get out of it.  Because I don't have enough ability to go to a space that is more suitable for me.

    I stopped writing.  Look to that piece of darkness.

    In the starry sky at one o'clock in the morning.  when everything stands still.

    When I suddenly feel lonely.

    I am awake.  And most of them are in a dream.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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