How important was an outline to a work?
Without exaggeration, it was practically the soul of the story.
Without an outline, a novel's plot was basically very difficult to keep under control.
In other words, the author could easily let herself run wild.
Of course, nothing was absolute; there were exceptions to everything.
Like this very book—hadn't she still slogged her way to over two million words without an outline?
And judging by the current progress of the plot, slogging through another two million would be an easy matter.
After all, talent was just that sort of thing...
Ahem. In any case, that was the gist of it.
"Fine, let's just say you don't have an outline..." Yao Ziyan said seriously.
"What do you mean, 'let's just say she doesn't have one'? She never had one to begin with," Wei Qingzhu interjected.
Yao Ziyan could not help laughing. "No outline, then no outline. You've already written this much, so whether you have one or not doesn't seem to make much difference. I just want to see those two make a little faster progress."
"Well... I'll try. I'll try," Song Qiuying replied with a somewhat conflicted nod.
The brief little interruption came to an end for the time being.
Yao Ziyan did not press the matter further. As an author herself, she naturally understood her position as a reader. Suggestions were fine, but if they ended up affecting the author herself, that would be a little unreasonable.
"Oh, right. When did your novel get its Collaboration Set Meal?" Yao Ziyan suddenly recalled what had happened in Qichuan that night.
"This? It's been a while." Wei Qingzhu smiled. "His Majesty personally came to speak with me about it back then."
When Ji Wuhui was mentioned, Wei Qingzhu's words inevitably carried a hint