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The imposter hero is over.From July 16, 2007, when I wrote the first word, to July 15, 2011, it was four years.To be honest, when writing the finale, I suddenly felt an unprecedented lightness in my heart, and at the same time, I also felt an unprecedented emptiness.Mechanically open the author's area, upload, publish, and then just stay in the study in a daze.Take a book, can't turn it in, walk east, touch west, and be in a trance for a while - four years, just like this?

Is the counterfeit over?

I thought about this question for a long time, and then accepted the reality.Two days later, I was able to calm down and speak to everyone in words.Four years, 4.1 million words, a very wasted data.The average day is less than 3,000 words.But I know for myself that in terms of the total number of words, this number needs to be added at least two million first.That's what I deleted as soon as I wrote it.And then add a million, which I discarded after I wrote a whole paragraph.Looking back on the past four years, it is like standing by a clear spring and watching the silent movie screen reflected.Some are blurry, some are distorted, some are missing.But it's so addictive that I can't extricate myself.I remember four years ago, when I played the first word of the fake.On that day, full of desire to express myself, I embarked on a road that even I never thought I would walk so long, so far, and meet so many fellow travelers.I am not a writer with a passing literary literacy.I was poisoned by the vocational high school education of that era, but I just learned to plan and count money, and learned industrial accounting, but business accounting has never been used.After being constantly scrutinized by the blonde customs officers, he breathed a sigh of relief with his stamped passport and walked into the fat man with a brisk flow of people.Four years ago, I never dreamed that one day, I would start writing novels.So when I started running for four years, I was wearing only a pair of leather shoes and a pair of jeans.Silly, happily running all the way with a shy stomach.It could not be more appropriate to describe the fearlessness of the ignorant.But thankfully, I ran that day and was able to walk with you all the way after that.I remember that during the new book, I would always break the chapter at the climax, and watch your book reviews and see how crazy you looked.I remember that on the day it was put on the shelves, I shouted out the monthly pass plus more, and I was smashed by three or four hundred votes a day.I remember the first big seal push, it was when the morale was soaring, and as a result, an earthquake made me on the twenty-fifth floor of the house fart and urine, and finally I could only nest in the tent and write depressed.I remember that in Moscow, receiving and shipping goods for a busy day, I was so tired that I came home like a dog to code words, and I could code seven or eight thousand a day, and I suddenly felt that I could do anything, and I was proud of my majesty.I remember 34,000 words a month, and I didn't dare to go to the book review area for half a year.Remember the joy and relief of writing a good quality chapter and seeing you laugh or shed countless tears in the book review section.In four years, there are so many memories.These memories belong to me, but they are closely related to you.Because time belongs to us together, and counterfeiting also belongs to our common.I don't know if you're working, going to school, chasing girls, playing games, or scolding the fat guy who hasn't updated yet, but I know that we've always been together and have experienced every scenery on this road together.I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.Let's talk about the book.Imposter was the first book I wrote.While everyone else knows all the stages of a novel, I'm scratching my scalp and sitting in front of a computer and dying.I've been writing for four years, and everyone else is a veteran, but I'm still a novice.It's not pretending to be tender, it's really tender.Every stage, every problem, is completely new to me.People say that writing a novel has to go through different stages.Seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain.......

The wellspring of literature and thought is exhausted, and it is gushing and drying.........

Isn't this Nima a toss-up?

Poor me, I have been tossed alive for four years, and I still don't know what stage I am in.However, I know that in the past four years, there have been many regrets and flaws in counterfeiting.It was inevitable, and to this day, I'm still a guy running on the mountain in leather shoes.Of course, when I was writing fakes, I still accumulated a lot of experience, and a lot of ideas and materials that made me excited about them.I still have the desire to express myself and want to write a good-looking, exciting story.The ending of the counterfeit is not perfect.Just like I deliberately ended in Volume 10, Chapter 99, I felt that I wasn't ready for a perfect ending.I said on Weibo that I was serious about writing the details until the twenty [Last Days] appeared behind Sober, and the rest of the story was not important.Yes, for me and the fat man, this torturous war is over.He went from being a mechanic who ran for his life to the present, and everything behind him fell into place.The greatest enemy, Sober, was captured, whether it was Liveror or William III, it was just some chicken ribs.As an inexperiencer, I set up a big stall four years ago, but luckily, I managed to keep it.Of course, as mentioned earlier, this is not a perfect ending.Because I can write it fuller.In my original design, I designed the narrative of two people, one with Macchia and the other with Moore.The two narrated the war from different perspectives, plus the description of the war itself and the perspective of the fat man.Presents a contradictory, unsure story ending.However, I thought about it for a long time, and I realized that I was not ready, and the time had come.I left this ending in chapter 99, which is not good, but for this "new book" that has been written for four years, I am satisfied at the moment.Bland, with room for improvement.It's like the stage of that war era, when the curtain is drawn at the most splendid time, I can often reminisce.I think I'll rewrite the ending one day when I don't write a story anymore.For this story that has been with us for four years, draw a perfect end.And now this ending is the best for me now.Just like we don't know what we're going to encounter on the road, so we shouldn't have a full end.This is not the end.The new book is a story of the age of magic and knighthood.It's corny.However, for me, science fiction is a space opera, and magic is a war epic.I don't dare to say that I can write a book that transcends the fake.I don't want people to compare new books to imposters.For better or worse, it's unfair to impostors.It's also not fair to the new book.It's like comparing the eldest son with the younger son, but the parents forget that they are their own children.They are different beings with different personalities and hobbies.I believe in my desire to write a passionate and refreshing fantasy work, and I also believe in the experience I have accumulated in the past four years of counterfeiting.I believe that I can write about feelings that are different from others.In mid-August, new books will be uploaded.The specific release time is estimated to be in November.And during this time, I will save up manuscripts.Ha ha.Entered the rest area, refueled and changed tires.When the runway lights come on, we set off again.Thank you for your continued support and companionship.I'm in Chengdu, and I hope that one day, when you pass here, you can sit in the sun with me, chat and drink tea.Reminiscing about the time in our lives, when we experienced different experiences, but shared them because of a book.Above.A friend who uses words and tells stories, like time, like background music, like gurgling water, to accompany you in your life。。。。。。