It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copy master ()"

February 14th of a certain year, Valentine's Day.

Although the deadline is looming.

But on this day, Mr. Dan still put aside his work and tidied up the apartment early, with a relaxed and happy expression on his face.

Today, this popular light novelist will take advantage of a special festival to gather with some old friends.

Light novel deadline or something?

Step aside a little.

——Having said that, Mr. Dan was still very flustered.

As a light novel author, Mr. Dan was very hardworking at the beginning.

But time will always change a person. After many years, the former Xiaobai light novel writer has become the old fritters of today.

Dragging manuscripts, fighting wits with editors, and other operations are commonplace.

You urge me to urge you, and I will resolutely not submit the manuscript until the deadline, which is very Su Chen's demeanor back then.

It's just that it's different from Su Chen's treatment of the only god at that time.

Mr. Dan now has predecessors who have pioneered the way, so he can only be regarded as a popular light novelist at best.

According to the biological chain of the author and editor, he is still very afraid of editing this kind of creature.

It just so happened that his editor Qingyu, four years later, is still of the more irritable type...

so.

After all, this wave is still cowardly.

Early in the morning, ten hours before the party, Mr. Dan called his friend Sansan to make an appointment, and the destination was a nearby karaoke.

Sitting alone at karaoke, ordering a small bag, Mr. Dan would sweat coldly on his brow whenever he thought of the editor's face, typing out a novel word by word.

After a while, Sansan arrived as promised.

After being led to the box by the waitress, he looked at the familiar face in the room and gave a long-lost smile.

but.

When Sansan happily picked up the microphone and was about to order a song to sing, he found that Mr. Dan had been fiddling with the laptop in his hand on the sofa.

"Boss Egg, don't you sing?"

"Singing must be done together at night, what do you think I called you here in advance?"

Mr. Dan glanced at him.

Sansan looked confused: "Isn't it to sing karaoke with me?"

"Sing a fart! I'm here to work."

Boss Dan, "There are sockets, food and beverages to drink, and a private room where you can sing to change your mood. It's the perfect place to code words."

"Oh, that's pretty reasonable..."

Sansan nodded, picked up the handbell on the table, and then suddenly fell to the sofa.

"...Damn it! How can someone invite a friend to a karaoke just to watch you work? Why don't you give me an explanation!"

"The labor and management left their daughter alone at home, didn't leave any food, and came here specially for the appointment! The result? You just show me this?"

Uncle San San was furious.

"You..."

Dan Zong turned his neck and pushed the tablet to Sansan as if he didn't care.

Under the puzzled eyes of the latter, he said lightly: "My tablet for leisure, there are many e-books and games in it, enough for you to pass the time..."

"As for your daughter, she's already a primary school student, right?"

"Conan, a primary school student, can solve the case by himself. Your daughter will take care of herself when she is alone at home. Don't worry."

Thirty-three:"……?"

Where is this...?

He threw the tablet on the sofa sullenly again, his anger undiminished.

——Could it be that the relationship has become familiar and he has started to torture himself?

"That's what you're talking about? No more?"

"Gone."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Sansan got angry, got up as if she had had enough, and went directly to open the door.

Boss Dan became anxious when he saw it.

Originally, rushing to draft was quite boring, so I finally tricked Sansan to chat with me to pass the time, but I'm leaving now?

"No, Sansan! Third Brother!"

Hugging Sansan's thigh exaggeratedly, Dan always cried for his father and mother.

"To be honest, I'm dead on deadline today,

If you don't get the liver out, this volume will be gone! The publishing house directly asked a professional team to pick up the kind for me, really, I won’t lie to you. "

Sansan threw him away with a look of disgust, and said angrily: "What does your deadline have anything to do with me? Could it be that you want me to help you type?"

"...I write web articles, not light novels."

"Please! Just stay with me for a while, I will code as fast as possible, and then hand it over to the publisher."

"...Otherwise, I won't be able to attend the party tonight."

Mr. Dan clasped his hands together and begged.

This instant change of painting style... was almost a kowtow.

Hearing this, Sansan is also soft-hearted.

After calling his daughter at home and ordering a takeaway, he finally agreed to Boss Dan's unreasonable request because of his past friendship.

Just when Sansan put down the phone...

Buzz buzz!

Another mobile phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated, indicating that someone was calling.

After seeing "Whisper" displayed on it, Mr. Dan shrank his neck very obviously.

How afraid of editorial responsibility is this guy?

Sansan who noticed this scene had no choice but to slander.

The phone is still ringing...

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

three seconds...

Mr. Dan just forced himself to stare at the computer screen, without any intention of answering the phone.

"Is it really okay if you don't answer?"

Sansan rolled her eyes, stared at the vibrating phone and asked, "The caller ID is Whisper, isn't he your editor in charge?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zong Dan's cheek.

"Ahhh!"

He scratched his hair frantically and let out a series of roaring wailing.

In fact, not answering the phone has nothing to do with it, but Mr. Dan still wants to nod and pretend to be dead.

—Look at forcing the child.

Sansan shrugged his shoulders.

The water of light novel writers is much deeper than that of web writers.

Especially for those lazy dog ​​authors who always ask for leave and delay updates.

In the case of online articles, you can find any reason at will, make up a single chapter to make up an excuse, and ask for leave to delay the update.

But if it is a light novel, there is no such thing as asking for leave or not asking for leave.

——There are fixed working hours before the deadline. During this period, it all depends on the writer’s personal arrangement and time management. Whether you want to work every day or take a holiday every day.

As long as the manuscript can be delivered on time on the deadline and printed and sold normally, the editor of the publishing house will still be good friends with you...

But if you can't, the deadline has passed and you haven't finished writing... Hehe, then wait for death.

Of course, this is only for veteran writers who are good at procrastinating manuscripts. If you can deliver manuscripts on time every time without any mistakes, then the responsible editor will definitely be stronger than your best buddies.

"Boss Dan, are you hiding from the editor today?"

After Sansan, who sees through everything, asked this, Mr. Dan suddenly trembled:

"Ha, haha, less, less nonsense...Why do you ask that?"

"Because you, an old otaku, are usually used to writing at home, but today you choose to come to karaoke. It must be because the editor has figured out your address, so you came to karaoke, right?"

"Indeed..."

Mr. Dan admitted with a bitter face.

Sansan raised his forehead: "How much is left?"

"Half volume, about 60,000 characters..."

"Ah, here? How did you arrange your time?" Sansan was shocked, "It's already the deadline, and you still haven't written half of it? Crazy?"

"The condition is not good recently..." Mr. Dan's voice became smaller and smaller.

Sansan gasped: "It's impossible to write 60,000 words a day, right? Today is really the deadline?"

Dan Zong showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Ahaha... Actually, the deadline has passed for more than half a month, and now it should be a real dead line."

"You still have the face to say, hurry up!"

While Sansan was speechless, she was also worried for him.

"Also, how much time do you have left?"

"I don't know either……"

"???"

"Listen up Sansan, in our light novel world, there is a difference between a deadline and a deadline."

Mr. Egg popularized science, "One is that you can try to remedy the delay, such as a false tentative deadline, and the other is that the publication will be delayed if the draft is delayed, or the original manuscript will not have time to typeset the posters of the same period, which will kill people. Deadline Deadline."

"So you are the latter who will kill people now?"

"Yep."

"Isn't that the end?"

"Yeah, it's over..."

Mr. Dan said this calmly, and Sansan sympathized with him.

As said above.

Generally speaking, the deadline that the editor negotiated with the light novelist at the beginning will leave some buffer time for the publication progress, which is called the tentative deadline.

No matter which light novelist debuts, they are all good babies, cute and new, and they will honestly abide by the tentative deadline, and the editor will submit as soon as they say.

However, as the experience gradually increases, the old driver will gradually find out that the deadline actually has an elastic buffer through occasional delays, and this date is unexpectedly long.

Then, after years of experience, veteran light novelists, through communication with other veteran drivers or publishers, gradually, the light novelists will be able to grasp the progress of the entire publishing process, and then calculate the true The date of the dead line.

In this way, the experienced and seasoned handed in the manuscript at a dead end, and tried repeatedly on the edge of danger.

Mr. Dan, who has been a young novelist for almost five years, can also predict the time of the real dead line by intuition.

——How many pages will it take to make up a volume, how long will it take to code the manuscript if all goes well, etc. Based on past experience, he has a rough idea of ​​these.

But at this moment, Boss Dan's intuition was crazily warning him.

I'm afraid the original manuscript this time will really miss the deadline.

He dragged the editor for three false tentative deadlines in a row, and mixed up all kinds of reasons for back pain and butt pain...

If I drag it any longer, I'm afraid the book will be lost.

Single volumes are not as good as the publishing system of weekly novels. A dead line is a dead line. After passing the dead line, the book is gone and cannot be published.

In fact.

The phone calls from editor-in-charge Qingyu started last night and haven't stopped.

But Mr. Dan heard that in the Troubleshooting Brigade, it is rare for everyone to have time to get together on Valentine's Day tomorrow, so he planned to postpone the deadline again.

It wasn't right until I thought about it this morning.

It seems that if you delay this shit, you really won't be able to hand it over. How do you let him break it?

Then there has been a party with Su Chen and the others here, and Dan Pain is always a stranger inside and out, so he left early in the morning before the editor came to the door, and asked Sansan to be at the KTV in an attempt to escape.

"...Anyway, go for it."

Sansan gave him verbal encouragement, then unceremoniously picked up Mr. Dan's tablet, picked a small game, and played it silently.

After the latter fidgeted and typed hard on the keyboard for an hour——

"OK!"

He raised his head suddenly, showing a hearty smile.

Sansan looked at him in surprise: "Have you finished writing? 60,000 words will be released in an hour?"

The egg always shows a puzzled smile.

Without answering directly, he smiled and invited Sansan: "Come and sing."

"Do you have the time...?"

"Come sing."

"??? Have you finished writing?"

"Come sing."

"That's the end of 60,000 words? No way?"

"Come sing."

"No...you can say something else."

"Anyway, let's sing first!"

Mr. Dan grabbed the microphone irritably.

60,000 words per hour... Isn't that bullshit? Do you think I'm a vampire? No... It doesn't necessarily work well when a vampire comes.

Only for a while, of course he didn't finish coding.

Although there is no end to it, in order to escape reality, Mr. Dan plays karaoke with Sansan in the name of changing his mood.

Ever since, in the next half hour.

After Dan Zong sang several songs by his favorite singers, he was sweating profusely.

Sansan showed a bored look.

What are you talking about singing together... In fact, this guy was alone just now, just like a Maiba, one after another, yelling at the microphone for half an hour.

He didn't sing a song about emotion in this away game.

"Okay! It's almost time to continue coding! Return to my battlefield!"

Just like the face changing in Sichuan opera, Dan Zong changed into a serious face in seconds after singing, and sat upright in front of the notebook.

However, this time Dan Zong opened not the original document, but the private chat window of Qingyu, the editor in charge.

"Then what... how do you say I explain it so that the editor in charge will let me go?"

"???" Sansan was puzzled, "Aren't you writing the manuscript anymore?"

Boss Dan wiped off his cold sweat: "If I had time to hand in the manuscript, I would have written it long ago, but the time code is 60,000 words a day... how is that possible?"

"I have to find an excuse right now, and sell it badly. I hope the other party can forgive me and give me another wave. The deadline is postponed..."

"You are too much..."

Sansan's thick skin is astonishing.

After delaying the deadline three times, you still have to postpone it?

Is this damn thing done by one person?

I'm the editor in charge and I'm so pissed off.

Turning a blind eye to Sansan's weird "watching ceremony".

Mr. Dan is already thinking about how to sell misery to the editor in charge.

If you want to be honest, it should be like this:

[Thanks to your care, I am an egg.

I have an unspeakable thing to tell you. Due to my physical condition, it seems impossible to finish the manuscript of the new volume of "Listen to Dad" before the deadline.

I'm really sorry, can you give me another two days? 】

"Is it okay to write like this?"

In just one minute, Mr. Dan showed Sansan the draft report he had just coded up, who was already stunned:

"Why are you so proficient?"

"In the past four years, how many times have you done this kind of thing?"

Dan Zong smiled triumphantly: "Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?"

Thirty-three:"……"

Well, Boss Egg.

Although I've tried to overestimate the thickness of your skin...

But I eventually found out that I still underestimated.

The shocked Sansan was powerless to complain.

Boss Dan's attitude is very serious, "Don't change the subject, just tell me objectively, is the report written here okay?"

"Come on! I'm the editor, and my mouth is already crooked."

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