In the blink of an eye, July was already over. I just opened Writer Assistant,
and it notified me that it was the fifth anniversary of becoming an author.
To be honest, it caught me a little off guard.
I still couldn't quite process that five years had passed since I started writing.
I've been writing this book for nearly four years, too.
Thinking back, the beginning really feels like ages ago.
But I haven't even finished a single book, so I still feel like a total newbie.
(Laughing through tears)
Enough with these pointless musings. Back to the point—let's sum up this month.
First, I have to apologize to all my readers.
This month had thirty-one days, and I probably only updated on about half of them, for just over thirty thousand words.
That set my lowest record ever.
It's actually dropped into the thirty-thousand range. I'm really retreating step by step.
This level of trashiness would probably be completely unacceptable to other authors.
(Wry smile) (Melancholy)
Ha. I spent all of July drifting around outside.
I was in Chongqing for the first half of the month, and Hebei for the second half.
I didn't have anywhere of my own to settle down, and that feeling of drifting around
was awful. I was really unhappy.
All the trains and flights along the way left me utterly exhausted.
Even when I arrived where I was staying, the writing environment made it hard to settle down comfortably and focus on thinking.
Especially those two weeks in Chongqing—I nearly melted from the heat.
I even caught a cold from the heat and coughed for more than half a month before recovering.
(In Hebei, my classmate saw that I hadn't played anything at all and was cooped up in his employee dorm all