I'm truly sorry to all the readers who have continued following me until now for the infrequent and late updates! I'm sorry!
I couldn't even finish four thousand words today, and I have to ask for leave again. I'm truly a worthless bastard! Half an hour ago, I slapped myself twice—really slapped myself!!! Then I went and took a cold shower!
While punishing myself by taking a cold shower, I also gave myself a profound review.
Why have I become like this?
What happened to the old me, who updated eight thousand words every day?
Why can't I manage eight thousand words a day anymore?
After thinking it over seriously, I found plenty of objective excuses for myself. For example, I've been writing this book for a year and a half, so my mental state has become exhausted and burned out. Moreover, the further I write, the more I've strayed from my original intention. Then I chose to run away—I didn't dare open the reviews, didn't dare look at the subscription numbers, and even didn't want to write!
There were other reasons too. My family had been pressing me too hard, forcing me to swipe social media every day to look for a partner and go on blind dates. Then I had to chat and spar mentally with one girl after another, without even knowing whether anything would come of it!
Recently, there was one girl in particular. After chatting for a month, it felt like there was quite a lot of hope, so I accompanied her in phone chats every day, talking with her after she got off work at night. This delayed a great deal of my writing time and consumed a great deal of time and energy.
There were other reasons as well. Because I wanted to