The hardest thing about writing a book was loneliness.
Sometimes…
He sat in front of the computer for an entire day, writing five or six chapters every day. After sending it out, he looked forward to receiving feedback.
It was just like playing a game where monsters would lose health.
It also seemed that even though his skills were very high, there was still a muffled sound when he closed the car door.
This was a feedback system.
If one did something for a long time without any feedback, one would fall into a state of self-abandonment.
He felt that he would not get any feedback no matter what he did.
This was also the reason why learning was so boring. There was no feedback.
Of course, it was also why the school arranged for so many weekly and monthly exams.
Of course.
He said so much.
Actually, what he wanted to say was that he had already entered this state.
It felt…
He wrote five or six pictures a day, and even if he photoshopped and said something, no one would respond.
The flowers didn't move at all…
The evaluation ticket did not move at all…
In the comments section…
Not many readers spoke for the entire day.
It was not easy to wait for two.
But he still spat.
It's good to criticize books. There's something wrong with my brain. Why did I write such a protagonist…
It was too difficult to endure.
To be honest.
There were too few books about the Fluxthulhu and the mysteries.
The world view of this theme was all kinds of interesting combat ability applications and world exploration.
It was decided…
I can't tell everyone what kind of world this is in one breath.
He couldn't write that the main character destroyed the world with one palm.
He ruled the world.
A scene where he was invincible right after transmigrating and easily killed tens of millions of people with a clear conscience…
Because if that was the case…
They would lose their ability to explore the novel world.
Of course.
I still won't let the protagonist suffer.
It was still super cool.
And on this basis.
Add some villains and supporting characters who actively use their own abilities, as well as those who are not particularly stupid.
I don't know if this is to the taste of Feilu's readers.
The data didn't move at all.
I can't tell how many readers there are.
This made me very nervous.
Fear.
I haven't been sleeping well recently. Every day when I have time, I think about the plot…
But today, his psychological defense had truly collapsed.
None of the data changed.
So...
Are there still readers reading?
If there is, please give me some flowers and comments, or leave a comment in the book review, so that I have some idea, please…
Please!
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