Panda suddenly felt very uncomfortable, very lost. Correct content is on w.e(b)nov el.c.om
After 150K words, signed a contract with Qidian, 400K words put on sale, first subscription over 760, nearly 800.
My friends told me that the average subscriptions would often double the initial subscriptions.
Panda was excited after hearing that, soon to be the owner of over a thousand average subscriptions.
But the subsequent series of blows completely sealed me in an ice cellar.
The peak average subscription was 920, then after a few months, it was a continuous slide down. From the peak of adding 2300 new subscriptions each day to the current 600 plus, such a huge fluctuation and drop are indeed hard to accept.
Panda has to work during the day, only able to get home at 7 pm. After coming home, I hurriedly wolf down a few bites of dinner and then sit in front of the computer to start typing. Always go to sleep after 12 am. Then get up at 6 am the next morning, quickly wash up, and go to work at 7 am.
Typing has become ingrained in my life, can’t shake it off at all.
Maybe some friends would say, if you don’t want to write, then don’t write, no one is stopping you.
Yes, no one is stopping me. But writing novels has been my dream for many years.
I have been reading novels since middle school, and it has been over a decade now.
In that time, countless thoughts of writing novels have emerged, but whenever I pick up the pen, I end up putting it down helplessly.
They say there is a top scholar in every field of work. You don’t have the talent for writing, nor the vast amount of reading experience, then what’s the point of writing? Earning just over a thousand a month, what’s the fucking use, not even enough for a meal. Wouldn’t doing something else be better than writing?
That’s what relatives and friends say when they find out I am writing.
But Panda refuses to accept this, I want to prove myself, I want to show them by writing books, what’s wrong with my writing? I can make a living with my writing. What, is that not okay?
I want to tell them that, want them to shut up.
But, heh... the dream is plush, the reality is harsh.
The huge drop from adding 2300 new subscriptions daily to now only 600 daily is like having a bucket of cold water poured over me. That paltry accomplishment weighs on my heart every day, making it difficult for me to breathe.
Every time someone points at my nose and says, with your skills, you’re still fucking writing novels? Aren’t you just being funny?
To that, I can only force a bitter smile, speechless.
I thought I could get through that challenge, but when it came down to it, I still felt wronged and lost.
Several times I thought of giving up, but seeing that there are still more than 200 loyal friends supporting me, I gritted my teeth and persisted.
People say, a man will die for those who appreciate him. But Chan Sect has over 14,000 favorites, even though it’s still dropping every day. But there’s always one-tenth of the friends still following, right? Could it be the remaining friends are just collectors or lurkers, who favorite without voting?
Panda wants to appeal to these friends to stand up, to promote Chan Sect more, subscribe if possible, or give some rewards. Panda doesn’t want to be pointed at and ridiculed, despised, and cursed by relatives and friends anymore.
Panda is a man, and also wants to rise up! (w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m
Finally, Panda wants to say! Panda will work hard, and also earnestly ask friends to cheer for Panda, support! Click, recommend, and do some promotion for Chan Sect! Thank you, friends!
—————————————————————— Panda Can’t Sing, October 17, 2013 (To be continued. If you work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)