The Evolution of a Martial Arts Novel

Ah... It's understandable. Sometimes, because of love, I hesitate to finalize that character and her experience. I always feel that once it's finalized, her life will be finalized. But maybe it's not finalized. In parallel universes, she will have the same name and different experiences. She may meet the same people and different things. She will always have unlimited possibilities, and get glory or all good things. Although in real life, I only have one possibility.

Martial arts is a fairy tale for adults, and everyone has his own world in his heart.

A novel can be written like this... There is nothing to say...

Alas... A long sigh. Talk. Indeed this is enough.

I don't know if the adults have written it down, probably not. It's a pity that such a good idea, if written down, may become a very interesting novel, which can make the novella Or maybe the adult's note is better, I don't know. I feel the same now as you did ten years ago, but you have been struggling with it for ten years, so I feel a little regretful.

You are good at telling a story in two parts and then in three parts. I have learned this from several previous stories. This tortuous way of telling is like a prism, making people dazzled and dizzy. It's like drinking too much alcohol during the day.

I always feel that I need to read other articles, at least one or two articles by adults, and then read this post-modernist style work. I haven't seen such great originality in a long time, and every article is very good.

Writing an article requires such twists and turns, turning over and over, sighing...

Can we say this is a stream of consciousness? Although I have absolutely no idea what stream of consciousness is. I feel like I'm working on a formula, and it's not a proof question where the result is already known. It was like a stone hitting the ice, and spider web-like cracks appeared. Then I naturally followed the main crack and looked over. I went back to study the fine cracks of these tributaries, trying to figure out some connections and see some pictures. I couldn't help but have the urge to pick up a stone and hit it again.

Reminded of Ms. Helene Cixous's "The book of Promethea"… Raise a glass!