Aftereffects of Combustion, Goo

Ha (despair) I started sitting in front of the computer at ten o'clock in the morning, clicking here and there with the mouse, but I just didn't want to write.

It seems that it was because I went to the Xinghai Square beach yesterday and was exhausted, which did not alleviate the sequelae of burning at all.

(Combustion sequelae: refers to after exhausting all the passionate experiences to create a passionate plot, for a period of time, there is no motivation to write a book at all, and just want to lie there as a salted fish until the end of the world)

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It seems like today is over. Instead of struggling painfully until eleven or twelve o'clock and not finishing the writing, or writing in a hurry and having to spend time revising it the next day, it's better to just do it and make myself feel more comfortable.

Those two songs before were really stuck on me. They were the kind of electronic music songs that I had to listen to for several hours with headphones on, so I just wrote them out of the blue.

After I finished writing the day before yesterday, I took off my headphones and I felt completely exhausted.

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(Put your forehead on your forehead) I finally finished writing the fight, and I haven’t pulled my hips yet, but to be honest, it feels a little flawed, but for a while I couldn’t figure out what to do.

So I’ll think about it after I finish writing this plot.

The next plot is the core plot. It is one of the main reasons why I wrote this volume. Just thinking about this gives me a terrible headache...