Witch Remains Parasite

With mixed emotions, I finally decided to submit this book today, two years later. How should I put it? In fact, I had planned to submit the book a long time ago, but after writing and deleting, deleting and writing, I was always hesitant. Well, before I decided to submit a book, a large part of me felt that the current situation of online writing was like a giant ship with a hole in it. It was slowly sinking, but there were still countless glamorous people singing and dancing on it. If I don't get on the boat now, if the boat sinks completely in the future, I will never have the chance to get on the boat and see what the scenery is like there. But because I am lazy and pursue perfection, I have never been able to submit a book. So finally today, I felt that I couldn't put it off any longer, so I wrote a book like this. It's so passionate. I don't know if anyone will see it. Hahaha, actually I guess I'm going to rush out, but fortunately my purpose this time is not to make any big splash, I just want to write a book. Hi, but I am also a person who can't stand loneliness! The new book must have been very cold in the early stage, so I decided to write some update logs so as not to make the comment area too dull. Finally, come on Hua Qin! The goal is that by this time next year, this book will already be a million-dollar masterpiece! This book will go platinum! (Laugh)

I happily finished writing two chapters today, and I also participated in the non-stop update challenge at Station B! I hope it can be completed well! They say they update 5,000 words every day, right? It's not that difficult! If you don't finish it, punish yourself by doing 300 push-ups and 50 pull-ups every day! 😡😡 Just kidding, I actually work out every day (laughs). Ah, speaking of it, I actually wrote the first three chapters with a bit of hesitation, because I wasn't sure how to write to retain readers, so I always felt that I should change something. Besides, since I haven't entered the plot yet, I felt uncomfortable writing it myself (annoyed). But there is nothing we can do! Always write! Writing a book may sound simple, but it's still a bit troublesome. Let's talk about daily life. In the past few days, I don't know if it's because I'm always thinking about the plot or for some reason. When I go to bed at night, I always have some, um, very weird and very real dreams. These dreams all seem like true stories. Well, actually I want to say that I dreamed that I was in high school and fell in love with the person I liked (embarrassing). It was really a beautiful dream. It was so beautiful that even if I woke up naturally and turned over, I still had to escape reality and go back to the dream. I slept for twelve hours that day. Well, by extension, I started to hesitate whether to add emotional lines to my novels. I wasn't originally going to add it because it's easy to make mistakes when writing emotional lines. It is easy to offend people with a single heroine and a harem, so I finally came to the conclusion that I would not write a love line, but where could I make up for the candy I was missing, so I started to design a love line for the supporting characters. Well, stay tuned!

Alas, I just learned from other places today that the editor will not start work until the 28th. When I submitted my book at this time, it seemed like no one was reviewing it... I couldn't even sign the contract. So I slowed down the updates and waited until later. I was even afraid of what I would do if I didn't sign the contract. It would be a bit difficult without a contract (wry smile). In short, if I am confident in my story, then I will definitely not worry about signing the contract. But, I'm not very confident... Sigh. By the way, speaking of it, my book is based on my reading of Mystery and many of my fellow Mysteries, as well as Western-style modern fantasy such as Whispering Poetry and Ember Guns. They had a great influence on me, and that's why I wrote this book. But there won't be a female protagonist in this book, and we can't fall into the trap that even the big guys can't resist.

I wrote a poem in the evening, as follows: Obviously I live in a high-rise building, why do I feel like I am in a basement? Why do I feel like I'm in a noisy world even though I'm in a quiet late night? Obviously I have countless dissatisfactions in my heart, why do they turn into nothing when I speak out? It was a childish, styleless poem. I sent it to deepseek, and it named me "Aphasia". There is also some very interesting dialogue.