Four Million Words: A Few Thoughts
After sitting blankly for a long time, writing and deleting, my head felt a little foggy, so I decided to write these thoughts to clear my mind.
In the blink of an eye, Gouzi's book had been on premium for fourteen months already—four million words, no more and no less.
At the beginning, I wrote very slowly. I was the clumsy-handed type, managing five hundred words an hour. After work, I spent four or five hours on it, and it felt pretty comfortable.
But now, my typing speed had improved, yet I was somehow writing even more slowly. There was this oppressive feeling I couldn't quite put into words.
This time, I went out to meet up with some friends. We talked until the middle of the night on the first day, then pulled an all-nighter talking on the second. Yes, the three of us were chubby shut-ins, ordering takeout and sitting face-to-face chatting.
We talked all night.
We talked about a lot of things and realized how alike we were. All homebodies, all introverted, all gaining weight, all writing painfully slowly.
2333.
Books were hard to write in their later stages, nowhere near as easy as the middle stages. I sat there blankly for ages, yet still couldn't write much.
Still, the chapters I owed would be made up. Just give Gouzi some time to adjust his state.
That's about it. This was a mess.
Back to writing.