Suddenly I discovered that the first book "Being a God of Death" was released on the same day as this one, December 7th.
I didn't look back at all when I opened this book, and I never noticed when Death opened the book. When I suddenly saw this coincidence, I felt very magical...
Of the three books I wrote in two and a half years, I actually enjoyed writing Death the most. I wasn’t very good at writing at the time, I didn’t recommend it, and not many people read it. So it was the least stressful. I updated it every ten days and a half after it was released.
, I will update it as soon as I think of it, and it is lifted up by readers every day.
At that time, we also established a book club group to prevent authors from running away. There were less than fifty people in total, and they were so busy every day that they would get 99+ screen views every minute... Thinking about it now, I still feel very proud.
After the death, I began to focus on getting the manuscript fee. Money+++, happiness————, the topic in the group changed, and my mentality also changed. Later, the group was disbanded and re-established several times, jumping around repeatedly, like a small successful
Li Gou turned around and fished out the Bai Yueguang in the water, but it just didn't taste like it... Actually, after thinking about it later, the group members were basically the same book friends. Based on this, it was reasonable to speculate that it was me who had changed.
Oneself (′-ι_-｀).
As of now, I feel like I am just writing words to get the manuscript fee. I still like the mentality I had at the beginning, but I can’t get it back.
...After a while, I will open a small account, get a new book that will be updated randomly, and then continue to create a special group for coffin lifting to find out the feeling.
It happened to rain today. I hate going out on rainy days, but I especially like to sit at home and watch others go out on rainy days... Ahem, as we get older, we like to talk about the past when we are in a good mood. Aba, Aba, wait until the weather clears.
Delete this chapter.
Speaking of which, some people may think that this is a prelude to the eunuch.
but not.
In fact, I originally wanted to put a portal here, leading directly to the first book, to let you see the dark history of my youth, and turn this chapter into a happy advertising chapter...
But after I finished writing, I discovered that the free chapter could not open the portal.
(No one should be able to find out if you secretly take a sip here)
So in the end this is just a rant + memory chapter.