When the book went premium on the first, I told my operations manager, Nangong, that I would try updating ten thousand characters a day for a month.
Nangong was pretty surprised at the time, because as the operations manager for my previous books and a longtime reader, Nangong knew very well just how much of a slacker I was when it came to writing...
I didn't think I could really stick it out either. But when I reached the seventh day, I genuinely felt that four thousand characters wasn't actually my limit. I could push myself too.
I was full of drive then, but by the middle of the month, I could barely keep going. From midmonth onward, my sleep schedule completely fell apart.
Several times, I really thought about just updating six thousand characters a day instead.
At the start of the month, I drank coffee in the morning to perk myself up; by midmonth, I had started drinking it at night. Once, readers in the group were asking for an update at ten, and I said I was writing, then sent a picture: ten at night, a cup of Americano.
The price was that my heart felt like it was racing in the morning. At eight, it was already light outside, but the back of my head felt numb, and I was too wired to sleep.
That state lasted until the end of the month, and my mental state really isn't great right now. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have affected the story's content.
Along the way, my operations manager even said that if I really couldn't manage, I should take a day off; nobody actually remembered that I'd said I would churn out extra updates for a month. Hahaha, at the time, I thought, *No, I'm so