Damn, Don't Think I'm Done Writing Before I Post

I have it rough, and I'm busting my ass. These days, I spend about 360 minutes a day locked in my little black room—that's six hours to write four chapters, sometimes with enough time left for a fifth. Don't think that's a long time. The software only records time when I'm typing. Thinking, drinking coffee, smoking, taking a bath—none of that counts if my fingers aren't on the keyboard. Usually, I have to work from eight in the morning until six in the evening. If things don't go smoothly, I have to put in extra time after dinner. Heh, I've got a two-day buffer of chapters saved up to keep things steady.

My only entertainment these days is late-night snacks and a little booze.

If nothing else, it's so I can give everyone as complete and satisfying an ending as possible!

Thank you, brothers and sisters, for supporting me all this way. I hope we can keep walking this road together. Thank you.