First, let me wish all you fine gentlemen a Happy New Year!
May everything go your way, may all your wishes come true, and may your serpentine footwork stay dazzling all year long!
Ahem, I'd originally planned to update properly over the New Year and make up for the chapters I owed after being sick so many times before.
But who would've thought that, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I would actually...
Get! Stuck!
People say that whatever you do on the first day of the year is what you'll do all year. Does that mean I'll be stuck all year from here on out?
No thank you!
Heh heh. After finishing the ninth act, I felt an emptiness settle in my heart.
When a major character exited the stage, creators, too, found it hard to let go, and all kinds of feelings rose within them.
Right now, my mind was filled with the image of a gray-haired "young" woman lying in a rocking chair, looking out at the starry sky and the fleet beyond the window.
Only when that image faded would this writer's block fade as well.
Let's talk about writing!
After all, that was about the only thing an author and readers could chat about casually.
Although the market environment kept changing, the results of Abyssal Solitude, Immortal Father, and Chaos Immortal had risen step by step. All three books had their own flaws, and each one's weaknesses and shortcomings were different.
Abyssal Solitude stubbornly committed to space opera, while Immortal Father's simultaneous portrayal of father and son caused a mismatch in reader-insert perspectives.
By the time I got to Chaos Immortal, the flaw became this: the early pacing was too fast, making it impossible for the middle and later stages to keep