These past few months have been very stressful. I feel like I can’t even write a book, and I feel like I can’t make ends meet.
This anxiety has continued since the end of the year.
New books cannot be published, and the old book, this one, is extremely anxious to write.
And because too many branches (campus scenes, emotional scenes, other business lines, etc.) were cut off, the book was very boring to write. What you read is boring and what I wrote is actually boring.
The most important thing is that after writing, I don't feel that I have grown at all. I am writing based on instinct, but I am regressing.
I originally planned to give it a try last month, so I shamelessly asked the author’s friends and the masters I knew to ask for a few chapter recommendations, and also asked the editor for recommendations.
The result is that there is still not much improvement, and the average subscription is climbing at a slow pace. After writing for nearly half a year, the average subscription has increased by 1,000, which has proved that this book actually has no potential.
Because I don’t believe in evil and want to be worthy of the alliance leader and worthy of the book friends who pay to spend time on this book, I have been stumbling on writing it until now.
I originally wanted to have perfect attendance in April, but in the last few days I just couldn't hold on anymore and my mentality completely collapsed.
In fact, work and rest have long since collapsed.
From going to bed at 5 or 6 in the morning in March and getting up at 1 or 2 in the afternoon, to going to bed at 7 or 8 in early April and getting up at 2 or 3.
Later on, I suffered from a bit of neurasthenia and could only sleep for three or four hours. I woke up at around 4pm and couldn’t sleep at all. Then I got up and stared blankly at the computer, writing novels and playing games, which was a waste of time. Then I went to bed at around 1pm and fell asleep.
to six o'clock in the evening, and the cycle starts again.
I knew that I couldn't continue in this state, so I went back to my hometown at the end of April to recuperate, and I couldn't write this book anymore.
Because I feel like I have no content and no passion to write.
I have been practicing and reading books these days.
Now I have basically adjusted my schedule. I can go to bed on time before twelve o'clock and wake up after six o'clock, which is pretty good.
During the day, I read books and think about what to write next.
I have several ideas in my mind. I have been reborn for 10 years. I just want to make money and add some love on campus, and take the two flowering routes of physical entrepreneurship and mobile Internet.
Another one is the infinite restart of the game Life, Zhutianwen, which travels through multiple novels based on historical backgrounds and eras.
Another option is to simply jump out of the frame and write a book about modern immortality and urban immortality, which I have always liked to read.
That's it, I don't know which one to write.
When my new book is finished, I will write an ending to it and then publish the new book. Sorry!