The Wealthy and Bewitching Lady

In a world without light or color, the taciturn man is the only one he can rely on. Yet his mother’s dying wish makes the blind boy bury everything and tread carefully, step by step. Then, for the sake of one obsession, he lets himself fall into the abyss. From beginning to end, he never lived for himself. If we had been able to open our hearts back then, what would the ending have been? In the end, worldly affairs faded like smoke, and the pure white figure in the wheelchair gradually vanished from memory. Here is the line where I make up my mind I’m lazy, so I suppose I’d better write down my plans for 2009. By the end of March, finish Carving Jade, planned length 80,000–100,000 words. Before July, finish Zeng Xuan’s story, A Long Wait, planned length 80,000–100,000 words. Spend the next three months preparing for my qualification exams. In the meantime, build up a stock of manuscripts for The Rich and the Bewitching and the long historical transmigration novel, Swallows in the Misty Rain of Yan. Finish the transmigration novel by the end of November, about 500,000 words. Then start updating The Rich and the Bewitching and finish it before the end of the year, about 200,000 words. That’s the plan. I’m working toward 1,000,000 words. 2009-02-02