The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1302 Postscript
I flipped through my collection of playlists, trying to find a song to listen to while writing. After searching for a long time, I turned off the music.

This is probably how I feel at the moment.

"The Lost City" was finally finished. I wasn't happy or sad, I just felt deeply, deeply relieved.

Here, first of all, I would like to thank my "roommate" Teacher Jane, who is the literary editor and first reader of this novel.

As a reader, her intuitive feelings always inspire me a lot.

Moreover, during the initial period when the novel met with failure, I fell into serious self-doubt. It was only because of her objective affirmation and encouragement that I persisted in writing.

As a literary editor, she would patiently discuss the emotions and fate of the characters with me. She even understood some of the characters in my novels better than I did, which directly and indirectly contributed to many "famous scenes" in the novel.

In the middle and later stages of the story, I was exhausted physically and mentally due to various pressures and illness, and was eager to finish. I subconsciously slacked off while writing, but she was cold-faced and selfless, never gave in, and forced me to revise and rewrite. In the end, the story did not leave too much behind. regret.

Most importantly, she is the most important teacher in my life regarding the subject of "love".

Without her, I would probably still be a worse person who is not very good at loving, and the "love" in the novel would be much overshadowed.

I would also like to thank my good friend and agent Da Mi. She takes care of all work other than novels. She never rushes for manuscripts, and she often has to deal with the unreasonable requests I made when I was sick and get the best for me. creative environment.

I would also like to thank the friends who encouraged me to switch to online writing and gave me valuable guidance, and the friends who proofread, found mistakes, and gave me suggestions. I won’t say anything anymore. I have already arranged to send books and treat me to dinner (laughs) .

I would also like to thank the editors of the platform for their understanding and support for such a "monthly" or even "quarterly" online article.

Finally, I would like to thank all my readers.

I've always said: Without you, there would be no "The Lost City".

This is not a polite statement.

I am not a person who can endure loneliness. Between love and eating, I will definitely choose to eat first.

Without your support, this novel can only generate electricity for love, and the ending will definitely be written casually.

It is your support that gave me the conditions to put aside other jobs and write this novel full-time. Not only that, your attention, praise, criticism, and discussion also gave me great creative passion and kept me full of energy.

I hardly stopped, held nothing back, and frantically squeezed out half a lifetime of accumulation and inspiration before handing in this long answer sheet.

When I came back to my senses, I actually wrote a novel of nearly 300 million words in two years, created hundreds of characters, and produced a complete talent sequence list (who knows how much hair this thing made me lose).

You know, before this, the longest novel I had ever written was only 60 words, and I wrote it on and off for several years.

If I had told myself two years ago that I could do this, I would not have believed it.

Just like Gao Yang in the novel, if Bailiyi came out and told him that he could become a hero on his eighteenth birthday, he would definitely not believe it.

Of course, there is no comparison between my life and Gao Yang in the story.

What I want to say is that each of us is and can only be the protagonist of his own life.

We can’t see the script, and we don’t know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident.

The only thing we can do is to live a good life, cherish the present, seize every opportunity that passes by, do our best, not blame others, and not be obsessed with success or failure.

After all, we have nothing but love.

But with love, we have everything.

I think if there really is a God in this world, then God must be a novelist.

The novelist creates stories, and the people in the stories are both like him and not him.

Novelists watch their characters navigate their own destinies, just as gods watch us find our own meaning.

I'm still looking, what about you?
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彭湃
2024.4.1
(End of this chapter)