Year, Goodbye
It's the last day.
I have too many feelings, so I wrote a paragraph in the circle of friends, but deleted it.
Maybe because I have been writing novels for a long time, I am used to putting the things in my heart into a fictional framework.
I am so timid to let it see the light of day.
In the past year, I often had a thought in my heart on a morning when I opened my sleepy eyes, or late at night when I fell asleep -
Maybe there will never be a harder year in my life than this.
When it comes to taking the work to the next level, I can't stop.
The novel became more popular than expected, and I don't want to miss it.
So, I took care of it day by day.
I dare not say that I work day and night, but I wonder if any friends have experienced the moment when they have drunk too much and are unconscious, but they have to hold the last bit of sobriety, sit on the bed, hold a notebook to work or write?
I wanted to write in the circle of friends:
I have both fish and bear's paw, and the wind and freedom are still there.
I wanted to say in the circle of friends:
Holding the worldly money in my hand, hiding the bright moon and the breeze in my heart.
Looking back, I just want to scold myself:
Pretentious dog.
How can I be so carefree, as if I just waved goodbye to this most difficult year in a casual conversation.
In fact, I used up my greatest strength every day to barely take care of everything I was unwilling to let go.
There was a period of time when I was BBing on the public account every day because that period was too uncomfortable.
People can push themselves to a point where they can't bear it and are on the verge of collapse.
Fortunately, at that time, I turned off my mobile phone, ignored everything, slept all day, and woke up.
Fortunately, compared to many people, at least my efforts were rewarded, my efforts were not in vain, and I finally gained and felt a sense of gain.
I wrote three million words in a year, which is a number I dare not even think about.
There are countless places in it that are not as good as others or me, but at least I didn't do it perfunctorily. Fortunately, I met a group of very good readers. They saw a circle that I was trying to complete from the trembling pen of a half-baked novice, which gave me great encouragement to continue drawing.
I am very afraid that this book will become longer and longer, and finally become a long and smelly foot wrap.
But I often write to the point of being satisfied, thinking that after writing this book, I may not write about entertainment in a short time - and I can't write new things. All my ideas about entertainment are basically in this book, so what else is not included, should I put it in?
I know that leaving blank space is the perfection of incompleteness. But for writers who are not masters, forcing blank space is like a fragment of a chapter, which is crippled. I can only bite the bullet and try to build a complete outline like building blocks.
I said before that I am not short of money, and I don't rely on royalties to support myself. At the beginning, I really wrote because I loved writing. Unexpectedly, this year, I have received a generous amount of royalties one after another. The two books together are almost seven figures. Although there is nothing to spend it on, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I put this number on the card and think that it was typed out word by word.
This is the biggest gain after work. It is inevitable to pursue something meaningful in life. I may not be able to summarize a few things that I have truly made by myself and have contributed to the world from beginning to end, but the novels I wrote can make so many people feel good and rewarding, which has somewhat filled in some of my doubts about why I am myself.
In 2024, with the mentality of "gritting my teeth and taking it one day at a time", I persisted in updating for 360 days and worked full time for a whole year.
In 2025, continue to work hard. I wish you all always love this world, have your wishes, and achieve your wishes. (End of this chapter)