After typing the final word, I still felt there was more to say, but the story ended here.
It was uploaded in April and put on sale in May. I wrote for roughly ten months, nearly two million words—an average of two hundred thousand words a month.
Quality aside, this author really did write diligently. Except for this last month, when there were many things to deal with as the New Year approached, I had hardly taken any days off.
It was my first time writing something this long. Some parts of the plot were not handled very well, and even I myself lost my passion at times, but I managed to persevere until the end.
Ten months with barely any rest had left me exhausted in both body and mind.
Especially since this year had not been going very smoothly, and the things happening around me had been upsetting. I used to occasionally feel itchy, but I never paid much attention to it. After I started this book this year, the itching became severe. I would often wake up in the middle of the night from the itch, scratching my whole body raw, and could only scald myself with hot water. It was not until I went to the hospital for an examination that I learned I was allergic to wheat.
Damn it, my family makes noodles. I had eaten noodles for decades, yet I turned out to be allergic to them. Now there were so many things I could not eat. One careless bite and I would get hit, writing while scratching at the itch. What a rush.
That was all the complaining I had. At the same time, I wanted to remind all my readers not to stay up too late. My wheat allergy only began to