Before I knew it, October had passed. National Day felt as if it had only been yesterday.
The October summary had arrived as well.
Speaking of which, Blackstone had basically entered its late stage. Thinking it over, there really wasn't much left to write.
But it definitely wouldn't end right away. It would still have to drag on for a while.
The war had to be finished, and everyone had to have their own ending—especially those with names and identities.
It looked like it would definitely exceed four million words. Whether it would reach five million was uncertain. It was hard to say.
I had to say, this had been a long and magnificent process.
I kept repeating this: the fact that I could write such boring content until today showed just how boring I was. But it hadn't been easy, either. At least, personally, I felt it wasn't the sort of thing that would make people want to fall asleep while reading.
Someone said I had pioneered a genre. I felt that could be said, though it didn't necessarily have to be said.
Recently, I also heard that someone had borrowed some content from My Name is Leien. What was wrong with you people? Of all the things to borrow, you borrowed from a flop novel. Wouldn't that make you an even bigger flop?
When chatting with other people, I brought up writing. They affirmed my writing style, describing my books as having a "unique and intensely personal style."
What did that represent? It represented that my books weren't so easy to imitate. I only hoped that everyone would treasure them when borrowing from them! Now, let's talk about some questions and answers from last month.
Q: Can this book be turned into a series?
A: My Chinese isn't