I Am The Only One Who Doesn’t Know I Am The Master

?Although I didn't think about how long I could write in the original plan, but I also planned to write a million words, and now the end has caught me a little off guard.

However, I really don't know what else to write, unless I drag it hard, open a new map, open a higher limit, and then the routine goes on and on, and theoretically I can continue to write.

But since the third volume, I felt that I had fallen into a routine and couldn't extricate myself. It was always an incident, the protagonist chatted across servers, then set up a foreshadowing, and finally took the foreshadowing to save the situation...

Maybe readers are not tired of reading it, but I am really tired of writing this routine, and I can't write anything new.

I really couldn't find the creative passion, so I deleted the part that continued the cycle - the upper limit of the human world should have been opened again, and after the Heavenly Dao came down, a wave of enemies would come from Chaos, and you could write 40,000 to 500,000 words.

What I am most satisfied with is the second volume, from the savior, to the old monk, to Nuwa trying to turn the tide, and finally the first-hand causal line hidden by the protagonist makes the ancestors fall asleep, and the foreshadowing is strung from the beginning to the end of the first volume. It has been written many times, and the details have been taken care of as much as possible, so the effect of writing is very good, and it can be seen from the follow-up.

But when it came to the third volume, I wrote and found that it was a repetition of the previous volume, and I couldn't find the state in an instant.

In fact, repetition of routines is not a bad thing, it's just that I can't make new tricks. I've done a good job of chatting across servers. I'm thinking about it, but it's always repeating.

Therefore, the pain of writing by myself, I can't write new ideas, and everyone feels boring when they see it, so I just finished it.

I also want to write more, anyway, it’s ten thousand books, and more writing is money, but I really don’t know what to write. In the text, it is strange not to be scolded.

The third volume is not very satisfactory. One is that I lost my passion, and the other is because of my physical condition.

This tinnitus is like a broken refrigerator plugged into my ear. Words, as long as the heart is pure, they will be quiet, and they will fall asleep until they pass out, but they still overestimate themselves.

So, just finish writing the story early, give up the routine cycle, and finish nourishing the body early.

Although it is a little short, I have written everything that should be written, and the pit is buried.

(Actually, in the original plan, I did not intend to bury many pits, such as the source and background. After all, the focus of this book is not in the background at all, but I explained it in the end.)

Well, I was quite satisfied with the first two volumes. Various foreshadowings were interspersed and reversed. The fine outline was also well done. I will continue to do the outline well in the next volume.

As for the new book, I don't really want to continue playing with these weird ideas. I'm going to write a theme that I thought about many years ago. The original plan was that this book should have been published many years ago. I have been preparing for a long time, but I feel that my level Not enough, still not written.

After writing this book, I feel that I have made great progress, and I can finally try it.

If it goes well, if the tinnitus also recovers, it may open in a month or two. If it doesn't go well... let's talk about it.

Just Jiang Zi, if I open a new book, I will let you know.

Sahua exits~