Being promoted on the home page is an official recognition of the author's achievements from Qidian. Being able to display the work here means that damn, when I say this, Bourdieu's speech about speech always pops up in my mind, and I can't stop talking for a moment.
Already.
All in all, I'm very happy.
Although there have been many ups and downs along the way, what makes me proud and touched is that readers have always been by my side.
When the collection was less than 100, nine readers joined the book club to discuss the plot and gossip. It gave me a considerable amount of motivation in the monotonous life, supporting me to record and show the next chapter.
story.
Up to now, the book club has more than 500 people, and there are many more book friends who have not joined the group, supporting this work, this world, and the lives of these characters in various ways.
It is my honor to fight alongside you.
I dare not say how fast I can write or how much I can update, but I will try my best to write every chapter to the best of my ability.
I don’t have the confidence to write thousands of words every day, but I have the persistence to polish 3,000 words in seven hours.
In addition, I would like to express my special thanks to the editor of this book, Qing Mang.
As mentioned before, it was he who picked up this street book from the trash and then signed the contract.
I won’t say anything like he recommended the arrangement so I’m very grateful.
I only want to say one thing.
Over the course of ten months, Qingmang continuously used methods such as provocation, encouragement, threats, inducements, and pleading to inhumanely punish Wu Jian.
Yes, a large part of the reason why Wujian, which has had unstable updates, has been able to get to where it is today is due to the editor in charge’s perseverance in urging updates.
Here, I excerpt a part of what Qingmang said on QQ:
"Don't stop updating."
"Can't you divide the 6,000-word article into two days of updates? Try your best not to interrupt updates."
"If you have this time, you might as well code a few words."
"I really wanted to scold you when you stopped watching."
"I haven't started pushing yet. You underestimate yourself."
"Write well, xxxx and you wrote it together, and now the monthly manuscript fee has exceeded 10,000."
"The income is still quite good, you can concentrate on writing and don't interrupt me."
"Let me calculate for you that you have updated 270,000 words in two months. The average in one month is 1.35 million, which is 4,000 words in one day. You can definitely update more stably."
"The Sword of Fighting!"
"You can at least try to update for a week straight!"
"Why don't you just give it to my eunuch? I'll feel upset."
"Can't you update 3,000 words every day? You can't give recommendations even if you want to."
"I didn't give up on you even when you turned into a dog."
"We haven't known each other for more than a day or two, and you haven't updated me, which doesn't benefit me at all. I just think it's a pity for a book."
"You finally updated stably! I'm so touched, what should I do? I even cried."
"Sir! You are the author!"
"Please update more, your book has great potential"
"Why do I care more about my work than you do?"
"You are currently number 11 in the monthly ticket. Go and blow the number 10 asshole."
"I'll change the title of the book for you and call it Cutting Out the Bloodline."
“The only requirement is that you don’t stop updating during the period of being banned, otherwise you will be blocked.”
"It depends on your update!"
The above words are enough to explain everything.
My gratitude to Qingmang cannot be expressed in words.
Wu Jian doesn't often expose his private thoughts online, but he has been writing for a year and has developed a deep relationship with his book friends. It's time to express his true feelings.
The birth of the book originated a long time ago, but its actual publication was an accident.
Years ago in high school, when Wu Jian was most fascinated by fantasy literature, three of my classmates and I excitedly made an appointment to create a fantasy novel together after graduation.
I was probably one of the most active people among them. I even made a historical chronology and drew a draft map (yes, it was the rough and childish hand-drawn map on Weibo).
However, after the college entrance examination, the four of us just bumped into each other in McDonald's and laughed together for an afternoon, and then nothing happened.
Later, the four of them went their separate ways and had their own lives, and one of them was no longer alive.
Although we kept in touch, no one mentioned it again, and the original enthusiasm and impulse gradually cooled down. I'm not even sure if they still remember this agreement.
Because even I have almost forgotten myself.
Until many years later, in the summer of 2016.
I still remember the day I received the rejection letter for my PhD application.
That's the last school on the list.
For someone who has determined and always believed that he wanted to pursue the path of academic research, the frustration of having his future shattered is still very real.
In the early morning of that day, I was in a depressed mood and went back to the dormitory with a beer. While drinking, I sorted everything in the bookcase. I felt that the names of every academic book were full of a strong sense of irony.
Probably by chance, "it" suddenly appeared in the middle of an old book (Gadamer's Truth and Method).
That hand-drawn map from high school.
After I finished drawing the map, I never had a chance to show it to them.
Looking at the place names written down in pencil many years ago and the inch-by-inch lines drawn, I was reminded of that unfinished agreement again.
I think of my youth, interest and enthusiasm, and of someone who has passed away many years ago.
I just feel my eyes are sore and my chest feels tight.
Mixed feelings.
Maybe it's time.
I tell myself this.
Regain that promise and regain the dream you once had.
Even if I'm the only one left.
So, drunkenly, I opened the keyboard.
In one early morning, the first two chapters of the book came out.
The image of the boy huddled in the abandoned house, gritting his teeth and struggling to survive, appeared before my eyes for the first time.
At that time, everything was still hazy, the world was not yet clear, and many characters only had vague faces.
It wasn't until I woke up the next day and stared at the big line on the screen that said "Your work has been reviewed" that I realized what I had done.
I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette (the sixteenth time I relapsed) and thought about it for five minutes.
And then it just started.
The road was not smooth at the beginning.
Maybe many excellent works were signed when they were 30,000 words or even less.
But that's not it.
Ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred and thirty thousand
It was not until 150,000 words were written that the book was invited to be signed. Editor Qingmang "picked the lonely little Thales out of the trash" (his original words).
I just signed the contract, and probably because Chapter 6 was often reported, the book was 404 missing on the website for several days.
It has 370,000 words. Three days before it went on sale, the book’s collection had just exceeded 300.
During this period, I experienced breakup, defense, graduation, return home, work, various tastes of life, and self-knowledge.
After it was put on the shelves, the number of readers gradually increased, followed by more doubts, criticisms, and even abuse.
It was then that I realized that writing is really tiring.
Want to give up?
During this process, similar thoughts popped into my mind more than once.
But my heart always tells me: you love writing. No matter how hard it is, no matter how tired you are, no matter how ununderstood you are, you still have the motivation and reason to persevere.
The author of Inner Demon, Qinzhi Huaqingda, once said in the author group: "If you can realize value while making a living, what could be happier than this in the world?".
Quite right.
As I said in my introduction: Bitterness is insignificant, but happiness is needless to say.
Whenever I have the thought of giving up, having a bad ending, missing the word count, or skipping the outline, I will go to the book club and have a laugh with everyone, and at the same time convince myself: Look, these pronunciations are all because of that fantastic and magnificent book.
The world has gathered here, looking forward to the future of that world with great hope.
You can't let them down.
cannot.
You have to keep writing.
Keep writing.
1.3 million words till today.
Back to business.
As a novice's first work, as the length of the article became longer, Wu Jian's writing power was insufficient and the rhythm was poor. Looking back, the first volume was too sloppy, the second volume was a bit taken for granted, and the beginning of the third volume was too complicated.
It's too lengthy, too big and too broad at the end, the first half of the fourth volume is too urgent, and the second half is too draggy.
Overall, this book still has the problem of too tight pace and insufficient relaxation.
It is actually normal for this problem to occur: because from the beginning, Wujian followed the unit settings in American TV series, episode by episode, season by season, using compact and continuous plots to unfold the story and world.
Now it seems that once this writing method is extended, various problems will occur, such as fatigue.
Believe me, Wu Jian is trying to solve these problems, and Wu Jian is a person who likes to go back and revise articles every now and then (smile).
Okay, dear readers, it’s the same old saying: I write well and you read well.
I believe we can find resonance in the book and inspire each other to think. This is a more efficient communication than many forms of discussion.
I hope everyone will subscribe to the genuine version, especially Qidian or QQ: Believe me, buying the genuine version will be addictive.
Finally, I post a passage from the Postscript of the Prodigal Son of the Border Town as a self-encouragement:
The conflict of human nature is truly an indispensable moving factor in any film.
As a "martial arts writer", I certainly have no objection to using bizarre changes, amazing plots, and heroic characters with outstanding personalities to attract readers. I just think that in addition to these, we should also give readers something else.
Something, something to cheer people up.
Something that can make others admit that martial arts is also a thing.
But I also know that new attempts are not only risky, but also usually difficult and thankless.
But I am willing.
Because I am a "martial arts writer", I always hope that people who write martial arts can be called "writers" in the future and be valued like other writers.
I always hope that martial arts can also be called "" in the future, and like other things, it can be displayed grandly in the living room.
ancient dragon
One Nine Seven Two Nine Twenty
(Hold your head and squat on the ground) Next, it will be open to readers and friends to throw bricks.