In the comments, I said that I'd always been reading them, but I kept putting this off. Today, I'm finally offering a formal apology to all my readers.
As a full-time writer, I've been updating more than two thousand words a day for over half a year. The problem really does lie with me. I hope everyone can keep the arguing to a minimum. Whether you're criticizing me or defending me, I know you all just want to enjoy this book more.
Chen Ge works in the service industry too. He can keep going around the clock, so I, as the author, should work harder as well. Here's a small goal for now: I'll make sure to update four thousand words a day before March. If I fail, just leave a comment under this chapter saying what you think I should do.
Another issue is that the story's been dragging. I didn't handle the pacing well, and my writing has taken a serious dip. I kept trying to plant subtle clues, but the story got more and more fragmented, and I forgot what makes a story compelling: speed, force, and precision.
Maybe it's also because I've read so many mystery novels. I wanted to give readers a chill down their spines through means other than ghosts and monsters, or a rush of satisfaction when the answers were revealed. But clearly, I didn't pull it off. I tried to imitate a tiger and ended up with something more like a dog. I failed to write what I'd hoped to, and lost the things I was good at.
Some readers have also wondered what I do all day. After thinking about it for over half a year, I feel like I may not be cut out to be an online novelist. I'd