More than 570 days, 2.44 million words.
This was something I had never imagined, but I gritted my teeth and finished it anyway.
To be honest, this book began with nothing more than an incredibly simple premise.
After an AI review repeatedly rejected my novel idea about ghosts and monsters, to the point that I could not even create the book, I angrily threw together this opening on a whim.
I also happened to be reading Simulator-style novels at the time, so I casually decided to combine American comics with Warhammer, which I liked, and eagerly jumped into it.
In truth, I had not expected it to achieve anything. Being able to scrape by on full-attendance pay would already have been cause to burn incense in gratitude.
And I had not written anything for a long time back then. I had absolutely no confidence in my writing, and every day I racked my brains over the plot, terrified that it would not even be good enough to get signed.
Here, I also need to thank my editor, the great Fuchen. Not only did he decide to sign this book, but he also helped me gradually regain some confidence and excitement in writing.
I will also reveal something else: aside from the beginning and the ending,
I did not actually prepare a formal outline. Even the outline I made later on was so bare-bones that it consisted of only a few sentences.
In other words, even I had no idea what plot I would be updating each day. (Silly grin.)
Of course, I do not want to make this mistake again, because more than once, I felt heartfelt pain when faced with a novel developing without an outline.
For my next novel, I absolutely need to properly work out the plot