: I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea

About today's leave of absence, I was still entangled for a long time.
Because of the details and atmosphere of the next episode of the design, Calvinka spent a whole day and really didn't have any good ideas.
Originally, I wanted to pretend to be dead and lie down. Anyway, I have pretended many times during this period of time, and I also have some experience.
But a few days ago, many readers expressed dissent in the group, even if there is no update, but at least send a leave request, so that everyone will not wait.
On the one hand, I wanted to write a note, but I felt that sending too many notes would be too distracting for reading. If I deleted it, the reader would have to refresh the table of contents. If you post too much, readers will be annoyed. Damn it, why do you ask for leave every day? Sent so many times?
And, on the other hand - I have some unrealistic delusions: If I don't send it... Wouldn't it be okay to assume that I haven't taken leave? Rounding up, as long as you don't admit it didn't happen, you can maintain the illusion of diligence.
I said at the end of the chapter before, because the book has reached the end, and the closing stage is too difficult, so I decided not to push hard. Write as much as you can, and send as many as you can. Anyway, every day you suffer, there is always something to gain, right?
But when it came to the end, I couldn't help but feel nervous and anxious.
Until now, when I came back to my senses and looked at Apocalypse's page, I found that there were already 5.76 million words.
Even I was startled.
so long?
I have never written such a long book. Before I wrote the apocalypse, I only wrote the outline of the beginning, middle and end, and I never expected to be able to write such a long book... It is estimated that when the book is finished, I am afraid it will be in the early 60s.
It is a miracle that even I myself can write such a long story book. But because of the plot direction, it became more and more trembling, walking on thin ice.
Never been so tormented.
It's the last juncture, and there are not many plots left. No matter what, I don't want to collapse here.
Those who travel a hundred miles are half and ninety, and the taste of it is really indescribable.
It's so hard to describe that I can't write the text, and this request for leave has been stuck for an hour. He was stunned, not knowing what to say. I can only say, thank you for your tolerance and waiting, I work hard to write, I work hard to write more, and I work hard to write more every day. At the same time, try to send two days less in the back.
Well finish this book.