The Pen God: My Mentor in the Film and Television Industry

I've finished replying to the reader's comment.

The warmth in my heart was quickly suppressed by confusion.

At this point in the story, I suddenly got stuck.

I have absolutely no idea how to proceed.

The more you try to think about it, the more chaotic your thoughts become.

It's like a tangled mess, stuck in my head.

In the past, I would have just given it a perfunctory answer.

Either include some irrelevant content, or forcefully pad the word count to complete the chapter.

To cope numbly and just get by.

But now, I don't want to do that anymore.

Some readers are waiting for an update.

I received professional guidance from a senior colleague.

I had a strong urge to write the story well.

I will no longer be a mediocre author who only knows how to use formulas.

I stared blankly at the document for a long time.

My mind is in turmoil, and I can't find a way out.

Feeling anxious, restless, and powerless.

A mix of emotions welled up inside me.

At that moment, an idea slowly emerged.

Should we ask a senior colleague?

Arctic sweet shrimp's words are always incisive.

If she asks, she will definitely be able to help me out of this predicament.

But the other person is quiet and never likes to talk nonsense.

I was afraid that asking a question rashly would be too abrupt.

They were even more afraid of disturbing the other party.

I fear that this hard-won connection will quietly break because of my ignorance.

I sat in front of the computer, hesitating for a long time.

On one hand, there's Calvin's anxiety; on the other, there's his concern about causing trouble.

My heart was in turmoil.

Ultimately, the obsession with writing a good story overcame everything else.

I took a deep breath and opened the chat window.

My fingers are on the keyboard, carefully typing out a line of text.

[Charcoal-roasted Tomato]: Senior, I'm stuck on the plot and don't know how to continue writing. Could you please give me some pointers?

I sent the message and waited quietly.

The room was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

When I have some free time, I can't help but ponder it quietly.

The senior author is so amazing; he has seen countless authors.

There are countless famous, talented, and well-connected individuals.

Why would they be willing to help someone as insignificant as me?

I don't have any advantages.

The writing is mediocre, the data is average, and the person is simple and honest.

Its only distinguishing feature is probably its inherent resilience.

Do not take shortcuts, do not complain or be impetuous, be down-to-earth and upright.

Perhaps it was this unassuming earnestness that she noticed.

Thinking this way.

The dialog box suddenly jumped slightly.

News about Arctic sweet shrimp popped up.

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp]: The plot isn't something you made up; it grows naturally from the characters' personalities. Follow the characters' established traits, and the story will naturally take direction.

There was no superfluous tone, no superfluous words.

A simple sentence dispelled all the confusion in my mind.

I stared at that passage of text, remaining motionless for a long time.

My heart skipped a beat.

I suddenly realized that I had been going in the wrong direction all these years.

They always design the plot first, and then force the characters into it.

Forced conflict, forced reversal.

The story is obviously contrived and unrealistic.

Real writing is not like that at all.

A character's personality determines the choices they make.

Once the choice is made, the plot naturally unfolds.

No need to fabricate, no need to piece things together, and no need to force a design.

Once I figured that out, I felt completely relieved.

All the previous frustration and lag vanished instantly.

My mind is completely clear.

[Charcoal-grilled tomato]: Thank you, senior, I understand.

The message was sent, but there was no further reply.

Everything returned to quiet.

I refocused my attention on the document.

I stopped thinking about what plot points to write and instead focused on carefully considering the characters I was creating.

His experiences, his obsessions, his choices, his bottom line.

Once this was sorted out, the plot suddenly made sense.

It flows smoothly, logically, and with tension; there's absolutely no need to force it.

Once the characters are established, the story will move forward on its own.

My fingertips landed on the keyboard, and I continued typing.

With a clear train of thought and a steady pace, I feel more and more confident as I write.

Before long, the entire chapter was successfully completed.

I quickly read through it, confirmed there were no problems, and clicked publish.

The chapter had just been updated when new comments immediately popped up in the comment section.

"You update so fast!"

"This chapter is going so smoothly, it's getting better and better!"

"It seems like Da Da's condition is getting better and better!"

As I read the enthusiastic comments, a warm feeling welled up inside me.

My reply was simple and sincere:

"Thank you for your support, I will continue to write well."

"Thank you for your continued support."

The room gradually quieted down.

As night deepened, there was not a sound in the surroundings.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a soft breath.

I successfully overcame my writer's block by relying on the screenwriting mindset taught to me by my seniors.

Since the release of the new chapter, reading and recommendation data have been steadily increasing.

All these changes prove that I'm on the right path.

But I haven't fully realized it yet.

This seemingly ordinary guidance did more than just solve a writing block.

This was also my first real step from being an ordinary online writer to becoming a professional author.

My story has only just begun.

[End of Chapter]