(ps: Sorry, brothers, I've gone and gotten sick again.
This time I think I pulled something in my balls while working out my legs. Fuck, the right one's been hurting nonstop. The author might become a lone warrior.
Goddamn it, when a man's balls hurt, his mind gets completely scrambled. I can't think of the plot at all. I'm even walking bowlegged now. I wonder if I'll heal on my own after a few days.
It was over for me this morning. My mood was ruined for the entire day because of the pain. I managed to force myself to write for a while, but only squeezed out one update for the Goblin side before I really couldn't be bothered anymore.
I don't know if everyone's heard of castration anxiety, but it triggers a whole lot of fear. That's the state the author is in right now.
I heard that when Sima Qian wrote Records of the Grand Historian, Emperor Wu of Han had his balls cut off, right?
I only have a dull ache in one ball, and I've already lost the will to pick up my pen. Sima Qian had both of his cut off, yet he still managed to write Records of the Grand Historian!
Compared to the sages of old, the author's willpower is apparently about equal to a Gretchin who's just had his toes stepped on. Mr. Sima Qian's willpower is practically on par with Bonecrusher's.
No wonder he could write Records of the Grand Historian, while I'm just a stinking webnovel hack begging for food online. Sigh.
Anyway, I'll write some filler and take it easy for the next few days. Once my balls are fine, I'll release more chapters.
Sigh. Speaking of ball pain, it's nowhere near as painful as gout, but when