The original reason was that I liked reading this kind of story, but I was getting pretty damn tired of all the cultivation novels. I thought, "I could do this too," and, with my head full of rocks, I started writing. Honestly, it's nothing special, and it's stopped being fun.
I know exactly how bad my writing is. I don't even know how long I can keep this up.
Thanks to my editor.
And thanks to all the readers who've supported me for so long.
A lot of you have quietly voted for me without ever saying a word. I've noticed, and I'm grateful.
The updates will stay the same. There won't be any big bursts; I couldn't manage that even if it killed me. Tomorrow's update will come sometime after noon.
Four or five thousand words a day is my limit. I write every word by burning the midnight oil, and I'm starting to lose my hair.
So let me urge you all to get to bed early and wake up early, and take care of yourselves. Your health comes first. It's really no big deal if you don't read the novel.
I've always known you can't please everyone, but when I finally came out here to write, I didn't realize it would be this hard.
Some have praised me, some have put me down, some have criticized me, and some have attacked me.
To those who've praised and encouraged me, thank you. But please, don't keep putting me on a pedestal. Seriously, it's left me at a loss and made me feel pressured.
If you really want to support me, just cast a vote or something. I'll see it.
To those who've criticized, picked on, or attacked me: I admit my writing isn't great, and I admit I