I can't keep up with the updates these days because the author has a cold and a fever.
Let the author talk about his daily experience.
I get up at 6:30 in the morning, catch the bus, arrive at the company at 9 o'clock, and then have a busy day. It is impossible for your boss to hire you to come and have a casual meal, and it is impossible to code during working hours. I am like a clueless ant, while doing trivial tasks that I hate,
While enduring all kinds of dissatisfaction in the eyes of the boss, I got off work at 6 p.m., squinted on the bus for a while, and got home at 8 p.m. I only had four hours for instant noodles for dinner, so there was no time to update.
In the past, I could update everything because the author had an electric car, which could save two hours on the road. The electric car broke down and it rained, so I had to take the bus.
My dream is actually to be able to support myself full-time, but my results are not ideal.
Although there are more than 20,000 collections, not many people subscribe.
I chose this path myself, and even if I don’t have a single subscription, I have no regrets.
Writing a book is like selling snacks at a night market.
The stinky tofu you fry is not fragrant, the gluten you bake is not tender, and the skewers you grill are not fragrant, these are all reasons for refusing to consume.
It seems that the only difference is that you have to spend money to eat a few pieces of stinky tofu. If you don’t spend it, you will never get it. Whether it is from a famous brand chain or shoddily made by a small workshop.
This is different from reading a novel.
There are a hundred times more pirated websites than genuine ones, just search them.
Platinum, great, and street-level.
Dazzled.
For great masters, grades are not important, and there is no shortage of recommendation spots.
But to me, if your grades are not ideal, it means that you will never be qualified to get a recommendation. If you don't get a recommendation, your grades will be even worse.
This is a vicious cycle.
Cruel and realistic.
The path of writing online is a hundred times crueler than selling stinky tofu.
This is true.
Sadly, many authors like me are struggling in a vicious cycle.
We deceive ourselves by saying that things will get better sooner or later.
We sacrifice all our spare time, and we don’t even dare to get sick. If you dare to stop updating for one day, you will drive away half of the readers you have finally gathered.
In fact, it takes about 5 hours to update 10,000 words every day. During these hours, you can pick up the phone and make harassing calls to sell insurance, and you will earn thousands of dollars, or even more. There are too many jobs in society that are more profitable than writing online articles.
Too many.
Every author who chooses to write code has more or less a dream in his heart.
If it is convenient for everyone, drink two bottles of Pulse every month to support these authors who need steamed buns.
If you sell insurance, you won't make any money and you won't be laughed at.
But if you write online articles and you can't even fill your stomach, you will really be poked in the spine and laughed at.
I have a dream, that is, one day I can write a resignation letter with dignity.
I don’t hate this job, nor do I hate my boss. It’s the company that allows me to live and earn a meager salary so that I don’t become a social bug in the eyes of others. But I want to sincerely thank the company for taking care of me, and then behave decently
of leaving here.
I will fight with all my life for this dream.
It may take three years.
It may take five years.
It may take ten or twenty years...but I keep working hard.
Like many ants, authors can only reach the end by gritting their teeth.
The feeling of being laughed at by everyone is really uncomfortable.
A loser, even his closest relatives, will use a serious tone of voice and look down on you from the bottom of his heart.
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In fact, I usually have nothing to talk about except asking for votes. There are many people who are worse off than me.
But I have known you all for such a long time, so I wrote a few nonsense words and just treated it as a chat to relieve my boredom.
By the way, I think the author has time to deal with the issue of readership. I squeeze out toothpaste every day while typing, so I really don’t have time to chat with readers. Sorry, everyone.