This book had reached three million words, and it had been five and a half months since it went premium.
Sixteen days had passed this month, and I had updated a total of 257,000 words.
For seven or eight of those days, I was in Japan, burying my head in writing every day, eating instant noodles and instant rice. The days passed in a daze, as though I had never gone at all.
It truly made me want to burst into tears. Writing was labor fit for a beast of burden.
Forget it, I didn't dare play the misery card anymore!
Let me timidly say this: I was about to be blown off the monthly ticket rankings.
But I felt I could still be rescued a little, still struggle a little.
My dear benefactors, if you have monthly tickets, please vote for me!
Let me be rescued a little.
SoS!
Help!
Help!