Douluo's Yao Douluo

Alas, beyond words.

Yesterday I accidentally clicked on the Writer's Assistant and saw the novel I wrote. An impulse arose in my heart and I read it completely again.

After reading it...what should I say?

I feel that my writing is pretty good (am I too narcissistic?), and I have the urge to continue writing. Anyway, I feel like I can’t let go.

When I started writing this novel, I wanted to express my fantasy about Douluo. After signing the contract, my utilitarianism became stronger, and I always felt that I might be able to make a living by writing.

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. Because fan fiction has its own traffic, the initial data is not bad, and the ratings are also good.

This filled me with confidence and passion. Even though it was my first time to write a novel and I was writing very slowly, I still insisted on writing four to five thousand words every day.

I write really slowly. Thinking it out is completely different from writing it out. These four to five thousand words probably take me 4 to 6 hours every day.

As time went by, my confidence and passion faded, and writing a novel was not as easy as I thought. The data of the novel is not very good either. It is just the fan’s own traffic, and there is only one PC recommendation.

I wanted to give up, but I was a little unwilling, so I persisted for a few more days. Then something happened that needed to be dealt with. Since I was writing slowly and didn’t save the manuscript, I stopped updating for a week.

For a newcomer who is new to the book, a one-week suspension of updates is indeed a big blow. Naturally, the results of the novel were a mess, so I insisted on updating it for a few more days. Then I met Kavin again, and I lost all passion, so I gave it up.

Yesterday I accidentally clicked on it again and read it again, which rekindled my original intention of writing. After all, I have written hundreds of thousands of words, and I feel a little reluctant to give up.

I struggled in my mind for a long time, and finally I made a decision. Life and work must have a beginning and an end. I want to continue writing and give it an ending.

I don’t know if anyone will read it... Regardless of whether anyone will read it, I just want to write it to the end, otherwise I won’t be able to put it down.

— September 2019, 12.