We Are All Running Hard, We Are All Dream Chasers

January 23, 2019, Gregorian calendar; the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the Year of Wuxu. Three thirty in the morning.

I was in Kunming.

I'd wanted to talk to everyone as early as New Year's Day. I was still pretty excited then, because this book had made it into Premium. Thank you all for weathering the storms alongside me, for helping gather three thousand armored supporters into one person's dream.

—Teemo, with thanks.

I was so excited then that I sent red packets directly in the group... and quite a few, too!

Of course, it wasn't that much.

After all, I was poor.

I'd been full of high spirits then, as if I'd finally achieved something.

But I knew life had never treated me kindly.

I'd traded seven years of sleepless days and nights for where I was today. What was waiting for me next? I didn't dare think about it. I just kept typing. Then I put this off and put it off, until now.

I'd even been chatting in groups less lately, yet the amount I wrote hadn't gone up.

It wasn't because I was slacking off.

It was because...

I really was getting tired.

The longer I stayed in this line of work, the more I understood how incredible it was to write without stopping for ten years. Though that person was jokingly called "required reading for getting into web novels," and some said it was all studio-produced—what about before they became famous?

I'd only updated continuously for over a hundred and thirty days, yet I already felt that every day required more time to deliberate, plan, and imitate each character's personality—The things they should say and the things they should do—and also,

whether each person's chemistry matched the tone of this book.

I