This is the first time I've written a complete novel. When I got to the finale, it felt like I was constipated. Even though it was almost over, I just couldn't write anything.

I originally planned to go fishing this morning to organize my thoughts, and then continue writing when I got home this afternoon.

As a result, I fished for days on end without catching a single fish. Determined not to come back empty-handed, I brought a bucket of water back from the river and bought a two-and-a-half-pound carp on the way...

I got home and received a lot of praise, which made me feel great and gave me a sense of accomplishment. I'll go fishing again another day!

As an air force officer, I won't write anything today... I'm ashamed...