Infinity Throne

Recently, I seem to be suffering from a disease called "One word will kill you."

In treatment.

After finishing the book, I spent about ten days wandering around.

By the way, cough cough, I specifically reflected on the aspects of this book that were not handled well.

The first is the rhythm, the second is the rambling without an outline, the third is the attempt to establish a group portrait too early, and the fourth is the lack of sense of immersion in the beginning caused by the non-traveler, non-human and non-biological protagonist.

The new book tries to overcome and avoid them.

I took the time to write a side story in the past two days. About "us" and "them" after the war.

A new book is also on the way. It’s not that I have no ideas. I just don’t want to move.