I Wrote Two Chapters and Read Them Over-Bland as Shit, Without the Slightest Passion

I wrote two chapters and read them over—bland as shit, without the slightest passion. Let Snail think it over some more.

Snail would try to write during the day from now on and stop writing at night. Writing at night was a bit too rushed. After finishing tonight's two chapters and reading them over, even Snail himself couldn't stand them.

He wanted to do a major rewrite, but there was no time. He could post them, sure, but there was no need. Anyway, Snail had already taken one day off this month, so one more wouldn't make much difference.