In the living room, everyone is busy with their own work. Everyone has the same side job and a different main job. Some sell all kinds of clothes, some sell all kinds of cosmetics, and some are engaged in operations management. Anyway, every industry is not easy, and it can be described in one word - difficult.

"Mu Zi is cooking, let's start typing first. Mu Zi types very fast, so we won't have to wait for him."

Lan Ling said this, then took out the laptop she carried with her. She took out the computer, put it on the sofa, put the computer on her thighs, lowered her head and opened it.

"Ling'er, what have you been busy with recently? I noticed that you always update on time." Lan Ling raised her head and asked Ling'er beside her. Ling'er typed very slowly, and always updated on time.

If she accidentally stops updating one day, Ling'er will definitely choose to stop completely. She has no shortage of royalties. She can already earn seven or eight hundred star coins from selling one cosmetic product.

All Ling'er wants is a feeling, the feeling of writing. She says that this way she can know what she has done every day, write other people's stories in the novel, and follow her own feelings.

"I haven't had much inspiration these past few days. Every time I get inspiration it's almost dawn. I don't want to write at night. You don't know how much hair I lose every morning when I comb my hair."

Ling'er opened her computer irritably, then scratched her head helplessly, feeling very uncomfortable and not wanting to type.

"Me too." Jiang Xiaoli next to her nodded in agreement. Every time she typed, she felt like the keyboard was rubbing against her feet.

Jiang Xiaoli took out her computer reluctantly, then opened the page where she was typing. She looked at the blank page with a worried look on her face. She had to fill it up every time and update it every time.

Life is too hard and writing is painful.

"Yes, I think so too." Luo Yu, who had always been taciturn, said this. Luo Yu had a relatively quiet temperament, but once he went crazy, no one could stop him.

Every time I turn on the computer and face the screen, my mind goes blank and confused. Sometimes I even forget who the male and female protagonists are, and I have to go back and look for them before I realize that the outlines I wrote have always gone off the track.

"Yeah, it seems we are all like this. It's so difficult. I thought I felt this way every time I typed. It seems we are all the same." Lan Ling couldn't help but smile. She thought she was the only one who suffered from typing, and everyone else wrote as fluently as running water. But it turned out that everyone was the same.

"What do you mean you're the only one like this? I guess every author is like this. They don't like typing, and it's extremely painful and irritating every time." Ling'er said with a smile and took a sip of lemonade. Lemonade can make one's thoughts clearer.

Ling'er is a very delicate girl. The most common items in her bag are various cosmetics, as well as various discounted items from cosmetics stores. She also runs a cosmetics store, and the business is very good. It is a physical store.

"Oh, every time I write, it's extremely painful. I really admire those authors who can write 20,000 to 30,000 words a day. Are they still human? How can they write so much all at once? Especially Mu Zi. Mu Zi is very powerful. He has hundreds of thousands of words in his manuscripts. I can't envy him."

Lan Ling suddenly remembered Mu Zi's manuscripts. Mu Zi had revealed her own manuscript box last time. There were so many manuscripts in the box that she was very envious.