Before I knew it, I'd been writing this book for six years. That truly was a terrifying number.
I, too, had gone from a graceful young man to a not-so-graceful one—perhaps even a chubby young man.
Last month, my lovely operations officers said they wanted to hold a sixth-anniversary celebration.
So this standalone chapter was supposed to have gone out on September 1. As you can see, it even has a monthly-ticket lottery segment... Posting it today directly cost us half a month's worth of promotional impact.
But how should I put it? That day, I was still suffering over the plot, stuck so badly I was practically begging for life and death. When Manxi came to tell me about the event—something I'd clearly agreed to last month already... I only replied, "Not doing it. I'm stuck." (Sorry, I'm far too rude to my benefactors.)
When I'm stuck, I'm the most uncultured version of myself in the world.
I have no mind for any social niceties whatsoever, and I blame every tiny bit of outside noise, treating it as the chief culprit behind my writer's block.
Whenever I get stuck, I randomly tag someone in the group chat and make them take the blame for the updates to come.
But once I finish writing a stretch of plot, I become exceptionally gentle and kind again. Even if someone calls me in the dead of night to sob about a breakup, I can patiently offer a few words of comfort...
Back to the point—I'll make an abrupt turn here.
Below are the rich and colorful activities several operations officers came up with in their spare time. I'm only responsible for paying, signing, and drawing the lottery. Many thanks to them!
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*Event Name: Red Heart Patrolling the Heavens Sixth Anniversary Celebration—Red