It's very late at night.
Looking at the time, it was already 1:30 in the morning. Chu Wen tossed and turned in bed, closing her eyes and trying to force herself to sleep, but when she saw the empty seat next to her, she couldn't help but sigh and got up.
Push open the bedroom door and walk towards the study.
Even though the fresh air system was turned to the maximum, the strong smell of smoke still made her cough the moment she opened the door.
Various books were scattered in front of the large desk.
"Classic Character Models", "Five Thousand Years of Chinese History", "Mythology and Geography", "Unsolved Mysteries of the World"...
Lu Hao sat at the desk, the cigarette in his hand still burning, his eyes staring blankly at the computer screen, and there were a dozen or so paper balls thrown on the floor.
"If you can't write, just go to bed early..."
Chu Wen sighed and spoke softly.
Lu Hao has been in this state for about a week.
In fact, she is also very familiar with this situation.
Creative bottleneck.
Whether you are writing novels, songs, or scripts, you will encounter such situations, and it is the norm in life.
However, Lu Hao had never shown this state before, which made Chu Wen think that he was an absolute genius.
And now…
Her genius husband has been transformed from a deity into a real person again. While it is real, it also makes her feel distressed.
"I can't sleep..."
Lu Hao slumped in his chair, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and said with a wry smile.
There is a saying that goes, "The land of pleasure is the grave of heroes." Lu Hao feels that the world of fame and fortune is also a den of ecstasy.
For some reason, after relaxing for a while at the end of last year, it seemed like a certain energy in my heart had dissipated.
When I had no fame and no money, I thought about working hard and making a living to become famous and rich.
Now I have everything, but I inexplicably feel that my talent is gone.
or……
I have no talent at all.
If you count carefully, most of DreamWorks' popular movies are copied from classic works on Earth, and as for their own original works, although they are not bad, they are still far inferior to those of plagiarists.
And now, as he began to create the first part of the spiritual energy revival, Lu Hao suddenly felt that he could not do it anymore.
Countless thoughts and ideas linger in my mind, but when I write them down, I always feel like something is missing.
To be honest, he was a little panicked.
Sometimes, I even want to give up.
I still have so many classic works in my mind. I can make a lot of money by copying them. Why should I fight here?
But there is also another voice constantly reminding myself.
feelings.
Now that you are so rich and have achieved success in the secular sense, do you really have to plagiarize until you die?
This damn literary disease.
In fact, Lu Hao was fully aware of it.
But after repeated struggles, he decided to fight to the end.
Hence the current predicament.
"Actually, I'm a little envious of you."
Chu Wen was wearing pajamas, leaning against the door frame, looking thoughtfully at the scene in the study, and said softly.
"What are you envious of?"
"I envy you for still being able to keep working hard. I... I feel like a useless person. I no longer have that feeling of inspiration and the strong urge to shoot a story."
Chu Wen spoke heartily with deep emotion.
The artist's personality is the kind that will die if he doesn't make trouble. An ordinary life and good material conditions are not necessarily good things for artistic creation, and may even become obstacles.
Why bother working so hard to innovate when you can just rest on your laurels?
"I'm a useless person too."
Lu Hao said with deep sympathy, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
Irritable.
As for the opening setting of the spiritual revival, he actually thought of many versions, such as nine dragons pulling a coffin, a projection of the Moon Palace, an alien invasion, and the reappearance of the supernatural...
However, it seems that I am always stuck in the ideas written by my predecessors, and my thinking is extremely rigid.
This feeling made him feel very powerless.
Compared to the background setting, what is actually more annoying is the character setting.
For the first part of Aura Resurrection, the characters must be extremely vivid and be the core clues of the entire series universe, similar to core characters like Iron Man and Captain America.
If this one fails, the entire series will not be ruined, but it will definitely become mediocre.
And these...
Past experiences and classic figures can provide no help, but instead become a burden to independent thinking.
Lu Hao sometimes wonders if he is too perfectionist and obsessive-compulsive.
But after thinking about it, I still think it is worth it.
Think about it slowly, you will figure it out.
He has currently lowered his expectations and goals to the lowest level, and he doesn't shoot too many films every year. It is enough for him to carefully polish one original film in the Aura Revival series every year.
In fact, even at this speed, it is considered quite fast for many directors who are good at taking their time to produce fine results.
"Has Wolf Warrior finished filming?"
Thinking of this, Lu Hao rubbed his sore and swollen temples and changed the subject.
Let’s talk about something else to change our minds.
"The filming is finished, and we are working on the special effects. The publicity and promotion are also in progress."
Chu Wen replied, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook something for you."
"Instant noodles."
"I want to eat instant noodles."
"The kind you soak in cold water, the kind that tastes terrible."
Lu Hao didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He recalled the scene from his memory long ago. He couldn't help but stand up and said, "Forget it, I'll make it myself."
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