As I wrote Hogwarts: Make the Uchiha Great Again to this point, the word count in the lower-right corner of my screen had just ticked past 1.94 million. I stared at that number for a while, suddenly unsure how I had made it this far.
One late night last July, I casually wrote three thousand words of ideas beneath a discussion post about "Hogwarts power struggles." At the time, exhausted in both body and mind, I had just quit a job I'd held for four years. Offers flooded my inbox, mostly from bosses and headhunters in the same industry, but I did not choose to go back.
I only wanted to rest properly, travel and unwind, and turn the discarded writing drafts I'd had since university into a complete story. On the night I wrote Lockhart bowing on the Wizengamot's public trial platform, I sat in my study chair while it happened to be raining outside, the sound of rain drowning out the keyboard. I wrote eight thousand words, deleted three thousand five hundred, then rewrote four thousand. By then, the rain had stopped.
Back then, I never thought I would be unable to keep writing this story at this point. When I was drafting the outline, I had even set myself the goal of writing ten million words and creating the most plot-heavy, Easter-egg-filled magical fanfiction on Tomato. But the harsh data made me realize how many shortcomings I had. I decided to properly sort through and revise the remaining millions of words. There will be a second part in the future, but for now, I'll switch genres and clear my head.
Although not many people read Mouse's book, and it never got a chance to appear on the recommendation rankings, Mouse was not sad. Because there was still