What was dung? As the name suggested, it was a piece of work that made people want to vomit like feces.
The so-called light novels written by Saiki Yoshiteru were undoubtedly such disgusting works.
Meaningless descriptions of scenes, cumbersome historical narrations, completely unintelligible character movements, lines that made people feel pretentious and incomprehensible, and even the names of the characters were sometimes completely chaotic.
Of course, this was only a superficial problem. More fundamentally, his plot was completely meaningless. The so-called progress of the plot and the so-called development were completely zero. They didn't even know what the main character wanted to do or what the meaning was. He simply wanted to do it, so he did it superficially. There wasn't even a single explanation in the book.
'Ah! In fact, the main character had a very strong reason to go.'
When faced with my question, Cai Muzuo answered confidently. But unfortunately, I couldn't understand it at all. Since it could be said in reality, why didn't it be described in books? Why did he have to play the mystery game?
If I remember correctly, the most important thing about a novel is that it is organized. At the very least, there must be enough logic to express one's thoughts. Even if their thoughts were shallow, they still needed to use words to express the true state of mind of the author and the protagonist. But unfortunately, the so-called cosmic masterpiece, the Wood Wood Throne, did not have such a change in thinking.
It was filled with lines that were unknown, the female lead who had no idea why she was sticking to him, the names of the moves that were misspelled in English, the scene descriptions that were not used as a transition, and the awkward system route that was like a Korean drama. As for the plot, it could be said that there was nothing at all. After going around in circles for a long time, he finally returned to the starting point. All the protagonist did was describe the setting and introduce the scenery. Then, he didn't do anything else and just ended like that.
This was the so-called divine work of the universe. It was purely a crazy work made up of settings, self-awareness, crazy words, and a complete mess of words. I don't think anyone with a normal mind would read it.
"As an author, no matter what you write, you must first be aware of what you are writing. You don't even know what you're writing. You just rely on your own confidence to continue writing and then end it. Do you think this is your victory and that you can become a great writer? Don't be naive, Mr. Jaiki. No one will read what you wrote.”
I coldly looked at the wooden seat on the floor that had already turned gray. I used an oily pen to draw a cross on it.
"I think you should understand how fatal these thoughts are to a work, Mr. Jaiki. If you want to express something, write it in the book. If you want to describe something, write it in the book. Don't think that you're great just because you've piled up meaningless words, and don't think that you're a great writer just because you've described enough. That was impossible. What you need now is not to write a light novel, but to write a good essay to see what it means to start, end, and end.”
There was no need for me to lie about this. The things he wrote were such trash. The main character was like a psychopath. He suddenly used a few hundred words to complete a quest, then used a thousand words to describe how powerful a skill was, and then said that the skill was useless. The next few dozen words described the skill that defeated the boss. He didn't know what to say.
Compared to these unbearable plots, the inverted sentences and inexplicable conversations were like spices. As for the English words that were misspelled, it was just a harmless joke. I didn't even bother to point them out to him.
"All in all, my conclusion is that if you don't think about it properly, I advise you not to write a novel.”
I let my hair down and patted Cai Muzuo's shoulder.
If you had no ideas, no talent, no meaning, then it was best not to pick up a pen. Even if it was written for himself, he had his own thoughts. Using the mentality of writing for oneself to write an article for others to read was blasphemy against words. For ordinary people, slowly tempering was the best choice.
Youth did not mean that everything was allowed, and youth did not mean that it could be wasted. I'm not a pure person. I just want to tell that troubled guy about the normal and correct world.
It was meaningless to work hard without learning a lesson.
Purely using his aura was just his aura. It was impossible to achieve anything just by relying on one's own efforts. Only by describing it could the viewers be moved. In this world, readers were the most demanding and the least demanding. Because they wanted to see a story, and only wanted to see a story. Any lyric, the author's messy private goods, and messy descriptions were just embellishments to the story. They only wanted to see the story.
"I won't be like others who simply tell you that you can continue to write or what to do, or remove the mistakes from the surface of your grammar and structure. I'm asking about your mentality. If you really wanted to write a good novel, you could go online and watch Robert's lectures. Then, you could find his book, Story, and read it thoroughly before writing it.”
I stuffed the copy that was filled with crosses into Cai Muzuo's body. With a hint of pity on my face, I pointed out the correct path for him. Without the guidance of a master, rookies could only learn by themselves. This was a matter of course.
" If you want to write a novel, you can look at Sakuraba Ichiki's works for description. This author is very unique in terms of exquisiteness. If you want to write about the grandeur of the world, then read Tanaka Yoshiki's works. The Legend of the Galaxy Hero was still a classic. In terms of scripts, one could look at the box office poison, Romeo Tanaka. Although the box office was very bleak, he was essentially a very good screenwriter. If you've read all these works, study them carefully and then talk about writing. If you wanted to write a book that conquered others, but not yourself, then this was a hurdle that you had to overcome.”
I didn't recommend works like Saiki Daza-Dazai Osamu or Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, because their worldview would affect Saiki's writing style. I also didn't recommend any work related to Jaiki's original reasoning, because it didn't fit the impetuous worldview of male high school students. Therefore, the people I recommended to him were all relatively gentle and calm, and they were all people who followed the rules.
If this still couldn't help him, then this was all he could do. I watched as Cai Muzuo slowly got up from the ground and left without even saying goodbye. My mood, which had been very depressed recently, became a little happier.
As expected, one's mood needed to be eased by the pain of others. What people said was true.
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