I checked carefully today and found that my earnings for the month were only 250 so far. I probably wouldn't qualify for the full-attendance bonus.
This is my first time writing a book. I know it isn't very good, and I'd expected this outcome, but having it confirmed still hurt. I'd planned to make up two chapters today, but I'm not really in the mood anymore.
First, I want to apologize to all my readers!
I'm taking one more day off to settle my feelings and sort out the plot.
This book is my first work, and I'll keep writing it. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my novel and supported me all this time.
Thank you, sincerely!
Updates will resume tomorrow.
Dusk was a grand, gentle collapse. All the order and clamor of the day dissolved into a hazy twilight that felt almost like homesickness. I stood alone at the entrance to an utterly ordinary alley in the city, watching the setting sun brush its last magnificent, weary streak of gold and red across the hard glass faces of several high-rises to the west. The light reflected down again, bathing the whole alley in a warm, timeworn glow, like an old photograph long tucked away, its surface gleaming amber.
The alley was narrow, hemmed in by rows of old apartment buildings. Monstera and ivy climbed their gray walls, now reduced to blurred, dark-green silhouettes. Lights came on in the homes one by one. Their muted orange glow was like a row of gentle, drowsy eyes quietly watching the alley from behind square window frames. Inside, indistinct figures moved about to the clatter of pots, bowls, and pans, the overture to dinner. The sizzle of cooking and faint, indistinct voices drifted from half-open windows, joining in a warm current