A New Tomato Author’s Monologue

Abstraction is a kind of talent, a different kind of genius. I often give up halfway when reading books, and I am always attracted by the mobile phones and messages around me. I also thought about trying to write something. But as I write, I always deviate from my original thoughts, and the more I write, the more abstract I become. A long novel requires so many things. Simply following other people's paths won't work. You must have a new enough idea and a good writing style. It is best to have a grand world view. In addition, it must be clear and natural. Just thinking about it makes my cerebellum start to get a headache. Going by my feelings, it seems I can only write abstract prose. Disaster. I like literature and I want to achieve something in this area. But actually what I think about every day is related to philosophy. I reject everything outside and reject this society. Everything is peaceful inside the door. This is the only peace in my heart. Fantasy is unavoidable and something I cannot refuse. But the gap after fantasy is also unacceptable. After all, people seek benefits and avoid disasters. I don't think anyone will take the initiative to go towards suffering. Thinking about this is considered philosophy. In essence, philosophy is about exploring the universe as a whole. Science and theology are the same. I don't want to type anymore. All in all, I'm quite optimistic about you, author.

Chapter 3 is so realistic, as if you are looking in the mirror. Every new Tomato writer must read it. The more you look at it, the crazier it gets. The short stories are also interesting and well interspersed. The first chapter is not necessary for me personally, and it may dissuade some people, but I still hope that people who read this book will have some patience. If you can't stand Chapter 1, then go straight to Chapter 3. It's definitely the best of the best.

I'm really flattered by the comments from readers and it makes me a little uneasy and a part of my body starts to ache. I love the people I love, I love the people who love me. But I'm too cowardly and selfish. It is clear that some people like my works, but because not many people like my works, I give up on the few people who are willing to love me. Every time I see overly positive reviews from readers, I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy, but the more this happens, the more I feel sorry for you. Because the work itself was not written for love. This is not self-effacement or inferiority complex. But I really can't afford to be a writer. Whenever I read readers' comments, I feel warm in my heart, and even feel a little secretly proud. This made my heart, which had been corrupted by money, brighten up again. But I also began to feel uneasy and regretful. I began to wonder whether I was worthy of this work and worthy of the readers. I just write for the sake of writing, and in some places it may be good. But I still can't give up this pathetic method of cramming word count, which makes my work look cheap and unworthy. This is delusional again. If my work is really popular in the future, how should I face readers? This is not all motivation, nor is it responsibility, I am still selfish. The reason I updated it was just to hope that it would become popular one day, and that I would be able to make money after it became popular. I can't change it. The only thing I hope for is more readers, more comments, and more revenue. It's cheap, but too realistic. Maybe I shouldn't have done this from the beginning. I shouldn't have written a book on Tomato. I was wondering if I could submit it to major publishing houses? Looking at the comments from readers, I wondered whether I was not good at writing novels but better at writing literary things. I'm really sorry that I have never dared to face the sincere but exaggerated comments from readers. If it were in the past, I would definitely laugh at myself now. This may be the responsibility of an author, or something that every author must experience in the beginning. Assuming that the work is a hit from the beginning, I will never be able to look past the tens of thousands of comments. This will make me only focus on cash withdrawals, but will lose the support of readers. It's quite interesting now. If there were no responsibilities and pressure in life, there would be a small number of readers supporting me, and some would urge me to update. But if the premise of love is responsibility, then I only hope that readers will love me. Does this prove that I don't love my work? After all, it wasn't sincere from the beginning. But every time I read the comments from readers again, I think again... If I really don't love my work, why should I feel guilty for readers who have too much expectations from me? So why do you remain silent in the face of praise from readers? Because I am fully aware of the faults of my work, and I am fully aware that it is not as smooth as a pen. But for the readers who love it, as an author, I can't even criticize my own work. Good works are experienced by readers. Bad writing is reflected in the reader. Rotten and beautiful, that is not something I, the writer, can evaluate. Selfish, cowardly, and pathetic. Even then, there are still people who love my work. I saw your comments, which I couldn't face. It wasn't until the end that I admitted that just because I loved my work, it was cheap and lowly even in terms of so-called orthodox literature. But… It itself is created by embodying the author's feelings and thoughts. It is said that there are 1,000 Hamlets for every 1,000 readers. The value and respect of a work are brought by readers. I will no longer write those worthless, nutritious, sewage squeezed out of suppressed emotions. I don't want to pretend to be too deep, but even if it's just once... It's for the few people who love me... I wrote some things to embellish this work, or to make another one. This may be against my original intention (I mean making money) and perhaps no other author would say that like me. But apart from the boring and long short stories, I recommend reading only the third and fifth volumes. Hopefully they will bring value to each other. Stopped writing... Thank you to the few people who love this work. Volumes 3 and 5

If you plan to write, you must read Tomato, a bible for new writers.

The author writes about everything that countless little people have experienced. We are either the same as him, or different from him, or we have the same points as him. When I read the third chapter, I was really amazed by the author. I originally wanted to give up when I read the second chapter, but when I saw the 15,000 words in the third chapter, I became curious, clicked in, and then I was hooked. Most of us who are reading books, me who are commenting, or you who are writing articles, to put it bluntly, are all useless waste. The biggest thing that I have in common with the author is that I felt uncertain about life for a period of time. Although I was still young, because of my poor grades, I felt that the future was empty. When I wrote this paragraph, I still felt the same way. My parents also kept denying me. They thought I was rubbish, stupid, and lazy. I thought I could escape the influence of my family of origin on my personality. But from junior high school to the third year of junior high school now, for three years, they have been instilling this kind of thinking. I feel like I am losing myself. Obviously I was pretty good at sports, and the school's track and field team recruited me, but according to my parents, I was definitely not doing my job properly, so gradually I felt that "sports" was really not doing my job properly. There is also my best friend, I have a relationship with her, we can't talk about her, but I have a deep feeling for her, but my father has always instilled in me that she has good grades and I have bad grades. They are not the same kind of people, and we will not be able to play together in the future. In the future, she will talk about going to France and Paris, but I can only talk about how many screws were driven today. So gradually I started to think so too. Sorry, I said some irrelevant things. The above are my thoughts after reading the third chapter. However, I really want to say that the author's article really expresses the feelings of many people. I haven't finished reading the first chapter until I read the third chapter, but I'm already amazed. Highly recommend everyone to join in!

I like it, I like it very much [cry][cry][cry]