Ah~ The comments in the comment section were all from three years ago and seven years ago. It feels like it spans time. I am your reader and I look forward to your new works.
The author of the treasure I just discovered~
I still like it, the writing is good and not pretentious. I have your email address and I don't know if you have seen it. I like your writing very much, but it's not from a fan.
I know Sunness from a supporting role. I didn't understand why the supporting role was locked up before, but now I understand a little bit.
I feel the same way. I started writing HP fanfics two months ago (using another vest, of course). When I started writing, I really wanted to create a flesh-and-blood protagonist. However, after writing for a while and reading a few popular articles, I found that most readers read a novel for entertainment. When there are not many readers, no one cares whether you are OOC or whether the character has a soul. They just want to be sweet. Sweet sweet sweet. Very contradictory. If you want clicks, it goes against your original intention, and if you want clicks, you will lose your original intention.
But fortunately, I don't write articles just to save readers. I have both practice writing and writing for love, so I'm very happy.
I love sunshine, and I still like supporting roles.
I saw a saying a long time ago, the world is much better without the noise I made. I don't dare to write, and there is nothing I must write. The original intention of writing is like two simple words, but they carry heavy power. Most people have forgotten it.
Please believe me how happy I was when I saw your physical book in the bookstore. I could drag my friends and say: Look, this is my favorite author. So there must be someone somewhere who loves you in a way you don't know.
I know you in The Twelfth Second. I haven't mustered up the courage to read this article yet. I watched Eye of the Storm first, which tortured me so much that I had to slow down before I read The Twelfth Second. Emmmmmmm. No matter what, at least I think you are much better than the fast-traveling article about brain-dead people on the Jinjiang rankings. Of course, I don't mean that in any way. Some quick stories are stupid, but in short, the writing in DaDa is very good and profound. In Jinjiang, where either sweet articles dominate, or scumbag men, bitches, scumbags, and scumbags are popular, and cool articles are everywhere, DaDaDa is really good. It allowed me to witness love, suffering, fate, and hope from another angle.
For me, pure writing is a kind of expression. Words can soothe the ups and downs in my heart and bring me another self. At the same time, if I can still write some small things, that will be happiness. Sunnes you are fine
I am here today, it is already yesterday. I have known you and paid attention to you since the twelfth second. Everything is too short, so I seem to have no position and reason to speak. Maybe I missed your era, your vibrant and sunny era, and another bizarre era of yours is coming soon. Maybe I can't see and touch it through the barrier of dimensions. Here, at this moment, I wish you, good girl, not to lose your attitude, to be positive, strong and rational.
I don't know what to say when I see this, but I really feel the same. I used to be a patient with depression, introverted, sensitive, and autistic, but no one around me knew it. Fortunately, I still have a friend. Although she doesn't know this, she slowly pulled me out of the darkness. She is a single-celled creature, and she is indeed my heart. Although my attitude towards her is indeed not good. I am funny or gentle in front of others, but I think they are all fake. I am the one with a bad temper and strong possessiveness. But she really doesn't know anything. She still doesn't know that I have tried to commit suicide several times before, otherwise she would have been frightened. Thank you very much to her.
I was lucky enough to meet good people when I stayed in the dormitory for the first time in high school. When I heard about all the scheming in the dormitory next door, I was actually very happy that I have been lucky enough to meet good people so far. I am grateful for the people I have met.
Ah~ The comments in the comment section were all from three years ago and seven years ago. It feels like it spans time. I am your reader and I look forward to your new works.
The author of the treasure I just discovered~
I still like it, the writing is good and not pretentious. I have your email address and I don't know if you have seen it. I like your writing very much, but it's not from a fan.
I know Sunness from a supporting role. I didn't understand why the supporting role was locked up before, but now I understand a little bit. I feel the same way. I started writing HP fanfics two months ago (using another vest, of course). When I started writing, I really wanted to create a flesh-and-blood protagonist. However, after writing for a while and reading a few popular articles, I found that most readers read a novel for entertainment. When there are not many readers, no one cares whether you are OOC or whether the character has a soul. They just want to be sweet. Sweet sweet sweet. Very contradictory. If you want clicks, it goes against your original intention, and if you want clicks, you will lose your original intention. But fortunately, I don't write articles just to save readers. I have both practice writing and writing for love, so I'm very happy. I love sunshine, and I still like supporting roles.
I saw a saying a long time ago, the world is much better without the noise I made. I don't dare to write, and there is nothing I must write. The original intention of writing is like two simple words, but they carry heavy power. Most people have forgotten it.
Please believe me how happy I was when I saw your physical book in the bookstore. I could drag my friends and say: Look, this is my favorite author. So there must be someone somewhere who loves you in a way you don't know.
I know you in The Twelfth Second. I haven't mustered up the courage to read this article yet. I watched Eye of the Storm first, which tortured me so much that I had to slow down before I read The Twelfth Second. Emmmmmmm. No matter what, at least I think you are much better than the fast-traveling article about brain-dead people on the Jinjiang rankings. Of course, I don't mean that in any way. Some quick stories are stupid, but in short, the writing in DaDa is very good and profound. In Jinjiang, where either sweet articles dominate, or scumbag men, bitches, scumbags, and scumbags are popular, and cool articles are everywhere, DaDaDa is really good. It allowed me to witness love, suffering, fate, and hope from another angle.
For me, pure writing is a kind of expression. Words can soothe the ups and downs in my heart and bring me another self. At the same time, if I can still write some small things, that will be happiness. Sunnes you are fine
I am here today, it is already yesterday. I have known you and paid attention to you since the twelfth second. Everything is too short, so I seem to have no position and reason to speak. Maybe I missed your era, your vibrant and sunny era, and another bizarre era of yours is coming soon. Maybe I can't see and touch it through the barrier of dimensions. Here, at this moment, I wish you, good girl, not to lose your attitude, to be positive, strong and rational.
I don't know what to say when I see this, but I really feel the same. I used to be a patient with depression, introverted, sensitive, and autistic, but no one around me knew it. Fortunately, I still have a friend. Although she doesn't know this, she slowly pulled me out of the darkness. She is a single-celled creature, and she is indeed my heart. Although my attitude towards her is indeed not good. I am funny or gentle in front of others, but I think they are all fake. I am the one with a bad temper and strong possessiveness. But she really doesn't know anything. She still doesn't know that I have tried to commit suicide several times before, otherwise she would have been frightened. Thank you very much to her. I was lucky enough to meet good people when I stayed in the dormitory for the first time in high school. When I heard about all the scheming in the dormitory next door, I was actually very happy that I have been lucky enough to meet good people so far. I am grateful for the people I have met.