gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 44
I can't calm down to type today, I don't know what to write.

Just write some thoughts.

It has been a long time since I wrote a book, and there is always this situation. Every time I get into a bottleneck, I feel very unhappy, just like a serious illness.

About the continuity of the story, about the diversity of the story, about the acceptance of readers, and about what you want to express.

If you run into a noisy environment again, it will be even more annoying.

Writing a book really sucks.

When I encountered a plot that I couldn’t write, I obviously wanted to take a day off, but I was afraid that the situation would be the same the next day, so I wanted to hold back the plot, but I was still entangled in hundreds of words for several hours or even more than ten hours. People are helpless.

I really want to dig out the hiking bag that I haven’t used for a long time, ride a mountain bike, and leave any light-emitting appliances without looking back.

However, from the time when I turned 24 and started to turn 25, there is another force or belief that is just around the corner, and that is to make money.

It seems that the friends around me have turned the theme of their lives into making money since they turned 25 years old.

The entertainment activities have also been directly reduced from the clubbing, karaoke and sports gatherings in previous years to only one, mahjong.

I'm also wondering if my obsession with storytelling will get me through the rest of my life.

The uncle leaked a lot, and the topic ended here.

Tomorrow is another good day.

It's been a sunny weekend.

(End of this chapter)