I'm already over thirty. I'm not young anymore.
Before I started this book, I was still hesitating over whether to write Hunter, and even whether I should keep writing at all. At one point, I gave up...
I remember calling another good friend of mine who writes books and telling him that if I didn't achieve something soon, I'd quit writing.
Whether it was working in a factory, delivering food, or going back to my old job as a tutor, at least this little author has some education. I'm a graduate of a lower-tier 985 university, after all (puffs out chest proudly)...
There are always other choices in life, aren't there?
The truth is... there aren't that many choices in life. You could even say there are none. We're all just specks of dust. None of us should think too highly of ourselves.
So after going back to work in a factory and getting a taste of the night-and-day grind of turning screws, this little author suddenly realized how lucky it was to be able to write books. (People really are like that.)
And that's how this book came to be.
Longtime readers might know that I abandoned my last book. The power levels escalated too quickly, and I hadn't planned out the Dark Continent, so I couldn't keep going.
This time, I learned my lesson and planned things out. I'm also trying my hand at the things I'm worst at: writing characters, interactions, emotions, and everyday family life...
Some people might ask, "You're writing everyday family life in Hunter?"
I'll write it, I'll write it, I'll write it...
I'm all about doing whatever I want. Don't like it? Here, take the pen and write it yourself. Go on. Ha!
I only care about the people who enjoy my books.