Rebirth of the Internet Writer

The questions in "Immortality" are constantly thought of by Huang Haiming, and then overturned one by one. As time goes by and night falls.

"Is it dark? So fast! I don't feel anything." He shook his head gently, throwing away the distracting thoughts about "Immortality" in his mind. Often when he concentrates on doing something, he will suddenly lose time when he suddenly concentrates on doing something.

concept.

After putting away the notebook and other drafts, Huang Haiming walked towards the cafeteria alone, thinking about things while walking for more than ten minutes. After dinner, he continued to return to the dormitory and then conceived the plot of "Immortality".

When Huang Haiming finished supper, it was already dark. If the street lights at the school were turned off, it would be difficult to tell the direction based on the moonlight alone.

At this time, the day and night time are obviously asymmetric, and there are up to ten hours a day. When Huang Haiming returned to the dormitory, there was no one in the dormitory. As for what Ren Tian, ​​Ye Wudao, Zheng Zaihong and the other two were busy with, he was not very clear.

I just remember that it seemed to be attending a celebration event.

However, recently, Huang Haiming has fallen into a bottleneck state of novels and has turned it off, focusing on the plot and character conception of the novel, making the three roommates in the dormitory complain.

It’s not that Huang Haiming didn’t think about getting together and getting in touch with each other, but at night, he could completely calm down and some problems could be solved.

This is the biggest bottleneck that Huang Haiming encountered since his writing "Immortality". His mind was very messy, like a ball of paste. He turned on the light in a little annoyed mood, came to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and a cool cold water rushing.

When the hand comes out, the whole body is cold.

Huang Haiming lowered his head, and cold tap water rushed on his head, and a chill spread throughout his body. The cold water flowed down his hair, ears, and eyes, hitting the tiles and splashing.

After waiting for about a minute, Huang Haiming raised his head. In late autumn, it was extremely cool, as if it had washed away the turbidity of the whole body. He held a handful of cold water in both hands and rushed on his face, which was cold and stimulating.

After wiping off the wet hair with a clean towel, Huang Haiming stood in front of the windowsill, blew the cool breeze, breathing the refreshing cold air, and feeling much better.

Looking into the distance, pedestrians can be seen walking outside the campus building, including in and out, single people, and pairs, leaving long shadows under the illumination of street lights.

Huang Haiming looked straight into the distance and looked at the distant night sky. A bright moon hung high, a bit transparent, reflecting the shape of the Earth map, similar to Asia, North and South America, Africa and other places. It is blurry and clear.

Back in my seat again, I took out the ballpoint pen with the board placed in the pen holder, and started writing and drawing on my notebook. "What's going on recently? Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

Putting the notebook aside, Huang Haiming turned on the computer and began to read some of the recently written chapters of "Immortality". Since the last month of outbreak, "Immortality" has soon entered a bottleneck.

At the beginning, Huang Haiming could still deal with it easily, thinking that it would improve after a while, but the more he wrote, the more he felt something was wrong, and then he continued, and it was not until today that he could not continue writing.

Sometimes, there will be big problems in the novel's thoughts, thoughts and plots, etc., and Huang Haiming is not the only one. There was a "writer development system" before, but it was nothing, but when you face it alone, you realized helplessness and powerlessness.

But no matter what, the novel still needs to be written. The updates of two chapters every day cannot be interrupted, so you can only not explode, sort out your thoughts, relax your mood, find problems, and finally solve them.

After watching the previous plot over and over again, Huang Haiming couldn't find any problem if he didn't believe it. He started from the first chapter of "Immortality" and looked carefully. Huang Haiming found a little feeling and found something, but it was not clear yet

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Then, Huang Haiming went to the starting point again, searched for "Star Change", found out the novels he wrote before, browsed quickly, and hoped to experience the problems that appeared in "Immortality".

When I first wrote "Star Change", there was a "writer development system" to assist me. There was no problem overall, it was very smooth and in a very good state. "Star Change" naturally would not have the bottleneck of "Immortality".

Over and over again, chapter after chapter.

"Well, by the way, this is the feeling. "Immortality" is indeed not as good as "Star Change" in attracting readers. It lacks the idea of ​​chasing updates. It's nothing to wait for a few days to watch, but it's just the gap in this regard.

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After some effort, Huang Haiming finally found the cause of the problem. There was no problem with the plot of the novel, but there was a clear error in the rhythm, which lacked the unique coherence feature of his novel.

For a novel, attracting readers is the most important thing. It cannot attract readers' interest and allows readers to have the patience to read. Even if other aspects of the novel are written well, it will be of no use.

After writing about ten chapters, Huang Haiming discovered the problem. During this period, his control over the rhythm of the novel was too far from before.

"There are too many explanatory and long statements about luck in "Immortality" and too much emphasis on the description of characters and language, which leads to problems with rhythm. After all, novels are just novels, not explanatory texts, rhythm type is the most important.

Readers must watch patiently, and the rhythm and plot must not be messed up."

"call!"

It would be easier to find the cause of the problem. Huang Haiming picked up the cold tea, took a sip, adjusted his thoughts, and figured out how to solve it.

"Immortality" is just a fast-food fairy tale after all. It is understandable that some of its own ideas are nothing wrong, but the whole article becomes an explanatory text, which is bad. For readers, the progress of the story and the progress of the plot must be reasonable. Otherwise,

, has written a lot, but the characters are always there and no one can stand it.

"Now I just found the problem, so let's start writing a chapter." Huang Haiming said to himself, then immediately opened the word document and started typing.

In the 206 dormitory, it was quiet, and only the sound of typing the keyboard was left. Listening to the regular sound of the keyboard, listening carefully, it was very rhythmic. The keyboard sounded densely, and the words on the screen on the notebook gradually became more and more.

From the initial dozens to hundreds, thousands, at this time, Huang Haiming's mind was clear and he burst out with an extraordinary typo, which was not only faster than usual, but also had fewer typos.

About an hour and a half, a chapter of 3,000 words appeared. After coding a chapter, Huang Haiming stopped, took another sip of tea, and began to look from the front and back, combining it with the previous chapters, and immediately

It's different.

"It seems that it has been successful. This chapter is obviously more rigorous than the previous chapters, and is no less than the first few chapters. If you keep it, this bottleneck has been passed."

After solving the problem, Huang Haiming felt much more relaxed. Suddenly, he fell in love with this feeling and was completely immersed in his novel. He watched a novel grow slowly, from the first chapter to dozens of chapters,

Hundreds of chapters, from the first click, the recommended collection, to the first subscription, and the first monthly ticket, this feeling is really good!

"Well, what happened to the wonderful feeling just now? It seems that my writing level has improved a little, and I have entered the mid-stage golden writing water product. It's a small surprise."

Huang Haiming rubbed his hair and did a few chest expansion exercises. His body felt a little sad. He has been in the dormitory for a long time in the past few days.

"Ren Tianqi, Ye Wudao, why haven't Zheng Zaihong come back yet? It's almost time to order." Huang Haiming was a little confused. Ren Tianqi said earlier that it was a class reunion, so it wouldn't be so late.

Just as Huang Haiming was surprised, his cell phone rang out at the right time, took out his cell phone, answering the phone, "Hey, Haiming, are you there? Go downstairs and help him help me. Ren Tianqi and Zheng Zaihong are drunk, these two bastards,

I told them to drink less, but I didn’t listen. I didn’t know what crazy he was going. Although it was a group of girls who were drinking, I didn’t know how to make it appropriate.”

"Okay, where, I'll get out immediately. The parking lot, who drives the car, it won't be drunk driving." Huang Haiming ran to the school parking lot.

Five minutes later, Huang Haiming rushed to the parking lot. Ye Wudao was standing outside Ren Tianqi's white BMW. It seemed that he had drunk a lot of wine, but he was not drunk.

"Hold on, these two bastards, they go to bed when they are drunk, and they can't even scream." Ye Wudao said with a little red face.

"Who can make them willing to be filled with so much wine? With Ren Tianqi's alcohol tolerance, he usually won't get drunk. It's normal for Zheng Zaihong to be drunk, and he doesn't have much alcohol tolerance." Huang Haiming asked, then grabbed one with one hand

, and then left with a light and flutter.

"Damn, you are still good. The exercise every morning and evening is not in vain. Each one is more than 100 kilograms?" Ye Wudao said a little exaggeratedly when he saw Huang Haiming taking it away with one hand.

Huang Haiming has been practicing Chinese martial arts for a long time, but they don’t know what the effect will be. Unexpectedly, this time they felt intuitively and were so shocked that they had nothing to say.

"I told you to run with me every day. Who told you to be unable to hold on? I haven't said that why they got drunk? Generally speaking, it's unlikely." Huang Haiming was a little curious.

"Under normal circumstances, it's impossible. This time it's not the ordinary situation. Not only Ren Tianqi and Zheng Zaihong got drunk, but the same was true for the other dormitories. There are several school belles from the Finance Department tonight, which is nothing.

It was a few boys from the Finance Department who were provoking him. How could they not drink it?" Ye Wudao took a cigarette, lit it, took a sip, and then said.

"Our dormitory is OK. Isn't I alone? The other boys' dormitory are almost wiped out, but the financial department's fewer people are even more miserable and they all fall down."

"Okay, you are amazing. You haven't lost the honor of our 206 dormitory. How about it, the dormitory fund is enough. If it doesn't work, I'll invest some this time." Huang Haiming smiled. (To be continued...)