It's just... pretty sudden!
Without the slightest warning, Qidian suddenly changed leadership, the contracts suddenly changed, and the authors panicked.
But Xiao Mo was actually rather calm. Maybe this panic had already been experienced last year.
Around June or July last year, Xiao Mo got stuck, then fell into deep anxiety. When I couldn't write, I even banged my head against the wall...
At that time, Xiao Mo had a sense of crisis. What if I couldn't keep writing this book? What if everyone stopped liking it? What if I couldn't write books anymore?
To be honest, I completely panicked then, so I thought about preparing a way out.
Later, by chance, a friend introduced me to the industry in Hebei, and I spent more than half a year learning to be a screenwriter. Xiao Mo's knees have always had problems and often hurt.
I thought that place was very close to Beijing, only half an hour by high-speed rail, so I could take the opportunity after work to go to Beijing and see a doctor, while also picking up another skill. If I really couldn't write books anymore, at least I wouldn't starve to death. Just thinking about it sounded pretty wonderful, right?
The thought was very beautiful, but only after going did I discover that last year was the winter of film and television. (Allow Xiao Mo to spit out a mouthful of old blood.)
But no matter how wintry it was, there was always still a market, just like this year's even more miserable film-and-television ice age still has one.
After going back to Hebei this year, I resigned, because Xiao Mo discovered that scripts and novels couldn't be balanced. I was exhausted in both body and mind. Actually, the thought of resigning had already been