Chapter 15 second quarter

After pressing ctrl+s to save the file, I let the chair make a sound while stretching.The sense of liberation of completing a job gradually spreads throughout the body, and it feels quite comfortable. Don’t get me wrong, my job is not to be a lecturer in cram schools or novel classrooms, or to accompany a female college student’s younger brother when he goes to the supermarket for the first time, but a novelist, so of course I will start writing my own novels.This month I am scheduled to write a short story to be published in a magazine, and I have just confirmed the content. I attached the file to the email and sent it to Ms. Fu Bai.Every time I send out a first draft, my heart beats faster at this moment.Although there shouldn't be too many revisions because it's a short story, the tension remains the same.

My stomach growled after the mail was sent, and I realized it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.I walked out of the apartment to buy a late-night snack. There are no cars on the road to the supermarket, and of course.After confirming the left and right conditions, I stepped over the guardrail and walked in the middle of the driveway, which felt quite comfortable.Great for a late night hang out after work is done. But the sense of liberation didn't last long, and when I arrived at the supermarket, I was already thinking about my next novel.I should say I had to think. The plot idea of ​​the novel stalled.

In fact, the short story that just ended is also a work specially entrusted to me by Ms. Fu Bai in order to continue my writing experience, so that my writing window will not be too long.But this work is over, and my hands are free, and all I need to do is to think about the long-form content that will be used to publish the booklet. In fact, I already have several ideas, some of which I just came up with recently, and some of which I thought I would write someday and kept.Just choose one of them and reconsider whether you can advance to the level of writing a long-form work.I know very well that in fact, as long as this is done.

But I can't do it, and I know why I can't. That's right, "the funniest novel in the world". Whenever I start to conceive the plot of a novel, this sentence will be stuck in my throat like a fish bone, making me ache.Then I ask myself, is this subject really interesting?Does this idea have the potential to be "the funniest novel in the world"? I also know it's stupid.It's really stupid to make myself unable to move forward at all in order to pursue the phantom. I clearly instructed Miss Murasaki like this in the novel class, but I was bound by her words instead.

But as a novelist, don’t you have to write that kind of content? Don't you have to aim for the single brightest star in the night sky? Miss Purple is targeting it. Miss Fu Bai is targeting it. But right now, I am standing between the self who wants to aim for that star and the self who has to publish books regularly to earn income. I was stuck between "writing novels" and "making a living by writing novels". I thought that this kind of trouble had been abandoned by me a long time ago.Ah, ah... On the way home, I looked up at the night sky while turning the plastic bags of the supermarket. The sky was covered by thick clouds, and I couldn't see the stars at all.

When I got home and opened the bag, I found that the soup in the bento had leaked out, which is also a matter of course.