A very, very long postscript of several thousand words. I wrote whatever came to mind, so there might be lots of typos, but whatever—I'm too lazy to fix them anyway.
With that, The Deceiver Succubus Miss Won't Encounter a Possessive Heroine had officially come to an end. (Because of book testing, this book may have had different titles in your eyes, but most readers probably knew it by this one, right?)
This book began last October, and now, after nearly half a year, it had finally drawn to a close.
A full one million words.
To be honest, before I started writing, I never imagined that I would actually be able to finish a million-word novel with a reasonably coherent structure.
After all, I had only decided to start writing because it was a hobby.
Strictly speaking, this counted as my third book.
My first book ended hastily after only a little over three hundred thousand words.
After that, I began my second book.
There was no need to mention that second book. By the time it reached one hundred thousand words, its numbers were so terrible and no one was reading it, so I dropped it.
And now, The Deceiver Succubus Miss was my third book.
Honestly, looking back at it now, compared to my first and second books, its opening had improved greatly—but from the perspective of someone who had been writing for half a year now, it still wasn't very good.
The point of view at the beginning was far too chaotic, switching characters and scenes every few hundred words.
Before readers had even gotten familiar with the characters, that kind of opening was extremely risky.
Fortunately, it seemed my premise, synopsis, and title were decent enough. So even though the opening was such a mess, quite