A Million Possible

It’s updated today

Calvin is gone, I really can’t write it out. I started thinking at one o’clock in the afternoon. I ate lunch in the middle. I’ve been thinking about it now. It’s been almost six hours. The whole person’s brain hurts. It hurts like hitting the wall. I thought about two different scenarios , All conflict with the setting, because it is a very important setting, I dare not write it at will. The reason is that the outline is not done well, and many details are not considered. Until I really want to write, I found a bunch of problems. It’s 9:30 in the evening. After thinking about it, I reluctantly wrote about it. I was afraid of something wrong with the plot. I decided to stop first, let my mind clear up, and slow down my thinking, so today there are only three thousand words.

Since its launch, the first thing to open your eyes every morning is to look at yesterday’s subscription data. If it is too much, it will be happy for a whole day, and if it is low, it will be lost for a whole day. The ups and downs are like an electrocardiogram, for fear of the fragile curve. He fell into the abyss and couldn’t climb up again.

I only feel happy when I have a clear mind and occasionally write a paragraph that I like very much. This is another time that makes me happy about making a story in addition to the publication fee. Ah, yes, and The same happy thing is to read this chapter every day, although it has become less and less recently…

In short, in September, work hard. I hope that tomorrow morning I will be refreshed and have a clear mind. If I get a good idea, I will try to explode tomorrow… I explode a banana peel, I really want to hit the keyboard!

Good night.

——Cavin’s magpie