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

I suppressed all my distracting thoughts.

I understand now.

Overthinking is useless.

The important thing is to write the book well.

Fingers landed on the keyboard.

I followed the instructions of the Arctic sweet shrimp.

The outline has been revised.

Remove redundancy.

Cut the nonsense.

The conflicts are piled up layer by layer.

I used to write things.

I always try to make things easier for the main character.

I don't want him to suffer any injustice.

I didn't want to embarrass him too much.

But now I understand.

She was soft-hearted towards the protagonist.

It's cruel to the readers.

Only by forcing the protagonist into a corner can they escape.

That's what makes a story compelling.

Only by making the readers feel anxious can we achieve this.

Only then were they willing to keep chasing after it.

In just a few tens of minutes.

The outline has been completely revamped.

The logic makes sense now.

The pace has quickened.

Each chapter ends with a hook.

I read it through once.

Even I think so.

It's more than one level better than before.

That loose, bland, and powerless feeling from before.

It has completely disappeared.

Instead.

It has a tight, sharp plot that grabs your attention at first glance.

I let out a soft breath.

original.

A person who can truly write stories.

They didn't even care about the word "watered-down" number.

Each paragraph must serve a purpose.

Each chapter needs to advance the plot.

I hesitated for a moment.

I sent the revised outline to Arctic Sweet Shrimp again.

[Charcoal-grilled Tomato]: Senior, I've finished revising it as you said. Could you take another look?

The message was sent.

I didn't just wait idly.

Instead, I opened the comments section.

Check out the latest comments from readers.

In just half a day.

More than a dozen new comments have appeared in the comment section.

It's all about people urging for more updates, giving positive reviews, and actively recommending it to their friends.

"The author's performance has taken off!"

"Please update more! I can't get enough!"

"Now that's what storytelling is all about; everything I wrote before was for nothing."

"Once it's revised, it'll be a god-tier achievement; keep it up!"

As I watched,

A slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

This feeling of being expected and recognized.

really good.

I wrote the book over three years.

What I lack most.

It was never about being diligent.

But it is a beam of light that can shine into the depths of one's heart.

Just then.

The dialog box flickered slightly.

Arctic sweet shrimp's reply has arrived.

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp]: This time it was right. The conflict was intense, and the suspense was maintained.

Just two short sentences.

I felt completely relieved.

My heart was in my throat all night.

Things have finally settled down.

[Charcoal-grilled Tomato]: Thank you, senior! Without you, I would still be blindly stumbling around.

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp]: You're welcome. The key is that you're willing to learn.

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp]: Continue writing according to this outline, and don't stray from the topic. Maintain quality, and the data will continue to improve.

[Grilled Tomato]: I'll stay calm!

My curiosity was burning within me.

And then it just popped up again.

Who exactly is this senior?

Why consider story structure, reader psychology, and plot pacing?

To be proficient to this extent?

An ordinary screenwriter.

They might not even have such insightful observations.

Needless to say.

Just pointing out a few things.

That can revive a flop book.

My fingers hover over the keyboard.

I hesitated for a long time.

I want to ask, but I'm afraid of being too forward.

I'm afraid of upsetting the other person.

What I fear even more is that this thread, which I've finally managed to hold onto, will break.

finally.

I swallowed back the words that were on the tip of my tongue.

[Charcoal-roasted Tomato]: Senior, I'll go write a new chapter now.

[Arctic sweet shrimp]: Hmm.

Just as I was about to close the chat window.

The other party suddenly sent another message.

His tone was calm.

But it gave me a jolt.

[Arctic Sweet Shrimp]: You don't need to test me. When the time is right, you will naturally know who I am.

I froze in my chair.

His eyes were fixed on the line of text on the screen.

My heart skipped a beat.

A test?

She noticed?

A sense of surprise that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

It surged through my entire body in an instant.

I haven't asked anything or said anything yet.

But I harbored doubts and curiosity in my heart.

The other party actually saw right through it.

That insight is terrifying.

I opened my mouth.

I don't know how to reply.

The explanation seemed forced.

To admit it would be too blunt.

I can even imagine it.

The person on the other side of the screen.

How calm his gaze was.

But before I could type a single word...

In the dialog box.

The image of the Arctic sweet shrimp has gone dark.

Offline.

The room fell silent instantly.

Only the faint sound of the computer fan remained.

I sat in front of the computer.

He remained motionless for a long time.

That last sentence.

It keeps replaying in my mind.

When the time comes, you will naturally know who I am.

Who is she?

Why did you retire?

Why give pointers to an insignificant, struggling author like me?

One question mark after another.

It was swirling wildly in my mind.

I originally thought...

I just happened to meet a great mentor.

But I only realized it now.

This mysterious Arctic sweet shrimp.

It is far more unfathomable than I imagined.

I took a deep breath.

Slowly calm down.

No matter who she is.

Whatever secrets she may be hiding.

Me now.

No one has the right to ask further questions.

That's all we can do.

I'll seize this opportunity and keep writing.

Let the results speak for themselves.

Use your content to prove that you deserve guidance.

One day, I will find the answer.

I looked at the blank document.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

It landed on the keyboard.

Warm and bright.

My fingertips fell.

I gently typed the first word of a brand new chapter.

We've already chosen the right path.

The rest.

It's about moving forward steadily, step by step.

[End of Chapter]