Put Pen to Paper

Once upon a time I wrote a lot of outlines. At that time it was my first time to write. It takes me five hours to type a thousand words, from 7pm to 12pm. Even though I know that my writing is terrible, I still write. I once thought I could write a masterpiece once and for all. I'm serious about the material. The information in my folder is like a waterfall with no end. Any subject that I can think of that I can use will be written down. I thought I would write them all out. I thought I was born special. I thought I could do anything. Later, the documents piled up. Later, I found out they were all expired. The words and information are still there, but I am no longer in the same state of mind as before. Ideas that I thought were exciting before are now completely uninteresting in writing. But I still want to sort them out. For example, changing the originally planned long novel into a short one. Even those expired memes are a microcosm of my life. I think I still need to give my past self an explanation. I can't let my past self's serious efforts go to waste. It's useless to just think about it, you still have to put pen to paper. So, this is where all kinds of inexplicable ideas in my head gather. I will try my best to make my outlines as smooth as possible and post them here.