Final words

Final words

Thank you all for accompanying me all the way.

This book is indeed not well written, it starts high but ends low.

There are many problems, big and small, and the biggest problem is that it is too long.

It shouldn't have been this long.

When I finished my last book, I said that I no longer wanted to write about stand-in battles, which was so mentally and physically exhausting.

And this book did not give me as much headache as the previous one.

(I started taking 500,000 words in my last book, and I started asking for leave every week)

Writing a case may seem difficult, but it actually doesn’t require any clever ideas.

You just need to have the patience to look up information, study courses, and draw materials from a large number of forensic textbooks and papers.

As long as you integrate the new knowledge you have learned with the plot of the story, you can write a case that makes people confused.

So the pressure to create this book is actually not that great——

Unfortunately, this is only true at the beginning.

At the beginning, there were countless cases to draw from, and it would be no exaggeration to say that I was flooded with ideas.

But I kept writing and writing, and only after writing a million words did I realize:

Although there are many forensic cases, there are only so many types of cases.

Blunt objects, sharp objects, high falls, bullets, hanging, strangulation, strangulation, drowning, death from illness, poisoning, suppression, mental illness

I have basically written about all the types of things I can write about and the knowledge I can show off.

If you want to write about a case again, you have to think hard and come up with new ideas.

So the more I wrote, the more stuck I became, and the more I wrote, the more overwhelmed I became. Eventually, I had to ask for leave every now and then, and my condition was as bad as if I had a brain defect.

And the worst part is that, having never written a multi-million-word novel, I greatly overestimated my ability to endure a long-term serialization.

When my ideas were flowing smoothly in the early stage, I felt that it would not be a problem to write this book with millions of words.

So I kept the pace of the main plot very slow in the early stage, thinking that I could write it slowly later.

result

Later, Kavin got stuck and found out that I didn’t push the main plot very much.

If you finish the book directly, it will be a waste.

So after that, I could only rack my brains to revise the main plot, speed up the plot all the way, and finally finish the book before my state completely collapsed.

This process was really a hundred times more difficult than I imagined.

I really thought about giving up many times.

I thought about changing my career in despair.

Speaking of which.

In fact, I used to dislike complaining to readers in books.

Especially talking about my own real-life troubles.

Because these annoying things are my business and have nothing to do with the book itself. There is no benefit in writing it, it can only affect everyone’s reading experience.

But the problem is, after four years of working in the industry, I am no longer the carefree student I was.

As I get older, I realize how troublesome reality can be.

It's painfully troublesome and makes people desperately want to find a place to talk.

But I can't tell my family or friends about these troubles. I can only confide here to everyone across the screen:

Insomnia, headaches, and disordered work and rest are just physical problems.

The lack of understanding from family members is the most troublesome.

They didn't support me doing this.

Because they saw that I was exhausted mentally and physically, and this job was indeed, as they said, “no future.”

Three years after graduating from college, all my classmates and friends have become the backbone of various industries.

Even if they are not doing well, they still have a stable and regular life.

It’s just me, still worrying about what to write every day.

Even after I finish writing, I still have to worry about whether the next book will be popular and make money.

Although I won’t starve to death even if I don’t make any money.

But "the economic base determines the superstructure."

The reason why I can make my family reluctantly accept my job is because I can make money by writing books and support myself.

But what if the next book is not well written?

Do you want to stay at home and grow old?

You can still grow old in your 20s, but what about 30 or 40 years old?

Even if I have someone to live with, I can't live such a hopeless life, right?

Only then did I realize that this so-called freelance job was actually not free at all.

Coupled with the persuasion from my family from time to time, I often think about it in the dead of night:

Was my choice wrong?

Maybe I should change my career and find a stable job?

This thought became especially strong when I was suffering from Cavan.

I really thought about giving up and changing careers more than once.

After all, I chose this career because writing books brings me joy.

But I have already begun to feel painful about writing a book, so why should I persist?

I've asked myself this many times.

The answer I got is that I am actually still happy——

Because most of the joy of writing a book comes from others' recognition of your work.

Although I stuttered when I wrote later, everyone still accompanied me and recognized me.

So even though my creative process is very painful, I still feel happy when I post the article and receive everyone's votes and comments.

So I never gave up and persisted until now.

There is a famous saying in "The Besieged City", "People outside the city want to get in, and people in the city want to get out."

I think, if I really did not choose to write at that time, but chose to take the postgraduate entrance examination and work like my classmates.

So now, in the midst of paperwork, will I also regret that I didn't give it a go for my love?

Maybe I'm not going the wrong way.

I will continue to go down together with everyone.

Thanks.

Thank you all for staying with me and patiently listening to what I have to say.

Although the allusion is a bit inappropriate, I really only know it now:

I burst into tears and didn’t know what to say.

That’s what it feels like.

I will still write the next book.

But only after a long vacation.

In the past few years, I have been immersed in writing books every Spring Festival, alienating my family and friends.

This time I want to rest for a while and spend the Spring Festival without any baggage.

I will come back after the Spring Festival.

See you in the new year.