Prehistoric Calendar

It feels like a waste.

I felt it yesterday, and it feels even more obvious today.

It is difficult for me to express the situation in my mind in words.

This is unimaginable before Yang Liao. Writing a book is actually a kind of fun for me. Although everyone complains about my expository text, when I want to describe the passion, that kind of picture is formed in my mind. , can be described in words that I am very satisfied with.

But yesterday’s chapter was lost, and I wrote it all afternoon until now. After writing and deleting, I feel so uncomfortable that I can’t write it. The scene in my mind can’t be described in words.

It may not be possible to update today, am I going to scrap it?

I can't concentrate. When I describe the scene in my mind, I feel distracted. It's really uncomfortable. It's not that I don't have inspiration, but that I can't accurately describe what I want to express in words.

(End of this chapter)