Live Wilderness Adventure

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I am a mule, and I have to be whipped and given a turnip before I know how to pull the mill with hooves.

After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong. Even though I had been whipped, I still didn’t want to move, so I analyzed it deeply to understand.

Inertia and greed are probably two devils engraved in my genes.

Am I capable of writing a good book?

Since when did this problem bother me?

Looking through the date, it was July 10th last year.

Not when the first chapter of the first book was published, but when the first submission was made.

Reviewed by Blu-ray Giant.

No.

It's so uncomfortable, most of my enthusiasm was knocked out all of a sudden, it doesn't matter, I will continue to change.

Still haven't passed.

Change again.

Still haven't passed.

The problem arises, and this is the first time it has arisen.

Am I capable of writing a good book?

It seems that I have no talent.

I submitted and edited the manuscript three times, and finally passed it on the fourth time. The first book is still in my bookshelf.

The reason is simple, it's just not good-looking, and I won't watch it a second time.

So on the eve of 500,000, the keyboard was thrown away.

no point.

After writing the first book, I gave up my dream for a short time, but once the flame of creation is ignited, it is difficult to completely extinguish it. Some sparks will always be buried under the pot of fire, just waiting for a whole wind to usher in the next one. A chance to reignite.

So Zhihuang appeared.

Another Blu-ray movie.

Frankly speaking, I just wrote it following the trend. I don’t know who brought up the subject of wilderness live broadcasting, but I have to think for myself. I don’t have such a brain.

I even wrote the outline for internal submissions in this way. If I couldn’t get enough of it, I wrote it myself.

Then well.

He knew everything, and he was shot again.

But here's a twist, and I ran into a different editor.

YY.

Of course, in fact, the first time I voted for the Y giant was also killed.

The only difference is that Y always gave me a few words of advice, which made me feel like a treasure, as if I just changed it accordingly, and I could vote for it.

But when I told this matter to a senior book writer, he asked me, why not just add QQ to ask?

Submit, but can you add QQ to submit?

I faltered and asked.

As it turns out, it can.

Revision, death.

Revision, death.

To revise the manuscript, first show it to others, and then revise it, it will kill you.

Revised draft, passed.

Mr. Y asked: Do you want to sign a buyout? Thousand words forty.

Do you know what it feels like?

The last book was ordered in single digits, and the second book was signed and bought out for 40 thousand characters. What do you think?

Did you know that pie fell from the sky?

sign! Test the waters.

Quite satisfactory, barely able to advance.

Continue, slap, extrapolation.

? ? ?

Mr. Y: It’s okay, don’t panic, who asked you to sign the buyout, I will give you a chance to come back, and I will give you a few chapters to push.

Me: woo woo woo, I’m so touched, I’m going to write a few chapters to complain about my grievances, hoping to move readers to follow up.

So, after being pulled three times, I finally put it on the shelves.

Can I write a good novel?

The first order was 1700, and the same problem appeared again.

After so many recommendations, getting so much traffic, and getting this report card, is it really the reason why I can still write well?

At heart, I'm an independent and cowardly person.

Inertia and greed are probably two devils engraved in my genes.

When I wrote the copy of the city ruins, I started to panic, and there was nothing to write.

Satisfying the thirst for knowledge is a major feature of wilderness novels, but after four or five copies in a row, many knowledge points have already been explained, and it is extremely difficult to achieve this effect again.

How can that be?

I haven't raised the price yet, and I still want to make a lot of money. The average subscription hasn't been raised yet. It just so happened that there was no recommendation during that time. The follow-up reading was crazy, the writing encountered bottlenecks, blindly switching copies, the readers were dissatisfied with the publication, and the editor no longer reviewed the manuscript. , two updates a day, less than 3,000 new additions, and nearly 400 orders were all ordered.

The status quo of price increases and average price reductions tortured me crazily. The original fatal problem broke out completely, grew and entwined from my weak bones, and finally bound me to death.

I began to be afraid of difficulties. There was no solution, so I could only avoid problems.

So the update became what you see today.

What I haven’t told you all the time is that my academic performance is not good. After playing for a year in freshman year, I ended up playing myself uselessly. It is extremely difficult to study, and being able to pass is the greatest pursuit.

So you can often see that when you meet an exam, disconnection is almost inevitable.

That's just using your studies as an excuse to postpone the update.

I have no opinion in my bones.

It is not good for the system to force the release of tasks, so free exploration, and some people say that free exploration has lost its flavor, and immediately apply the frequency patch.

Make up for it, make up for it, and those who leave will never come back.

I have neither the ability nor the confidence to distinguish between good and bad suggestions from readers, nor can I build enough judgment and self-confidence from my experience.

Readers have come and gone a lot, and now I can no longer see the familiar IDs posting comments, but I remember every name clearly.

The readers of the book friend group came and went. I tried to add QQ inquiries, but the results without exception were nothing.

The dungeon of the ruins ended hastily, and there was still no clear idea of ​​the future in his mind, only a hazy direction.

The next dungeon is to climb Mount Everest without oxygen, and then ask to enter the rainforest of the Iron Age and hike through the grasslands. After that, the next dungeon is related to dolphins. This is the direction of the dungeon, and I haven’t figured it out yet.

Last time I talked to you about the contract and raised the price. Everyone helped me again, and some people in the book club even opened a small account to subscribe, barely rushing to the position where they didn't belong, four thousand average (although it is falling again), and now the result is out.

The editor-in-chief disagrees, and either keeps it unchanged or transfers it to share.

I was so insecure that I almost exploded.

Doubts about my abilities have almost grown from my bones into a towering tree.

I even came up with or just like this, just write a thousand words and forty, anyway, it’s not too bad

The only problem is that the awesomeness has already been blown out, and I even promised to treat my classmates if they succeed in raising the price.

I am not reconciled, not reconciled to so clinging.

In the end, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and continue writing in the form of sharing.

I don't know if you will like what I'm going to write next, but I just hope that when you approve of a certain copy and are disappointed with this book, you can remember this pen name.

Crustacean.

I hope that the next time you see a work by a carapace ant, you will remember that this author has brought you a pleasant adventure experience, and you can click in again to take a look.

PS: Ge Laozi, the takeaway was stolen today, and I almost starved to death in the dormitory, don't let me catch the guy who stole the takeaway.

It feels much easier to say it all, Mount Everest is a new beginning!

thanks for your support!