As a web novelist who experienced initial popularity before starting a new work and then remained lukewarm in the process, Yu Yue's confidence has clearly been damaged recently.
The platform she recently joined doesn't recommend works with less than 100,000 or 200,000 words. She relies on frequent updates to climb the charts and on the popularity generated by her long-time readers who know her pen name.
Aside from perfect attendance and a few small tips, she received almost nothing.
Writing new chapters in a burst is exhausting, especially for someone like her who's prone to writer's block; it's incredibly stressful.
I sleep until 10 a.m. every day, and then I sit in front of the computer for more than ten hours at a time.
She doesn't type slowly, but because of writer's block, most of the time she either stares blankly at the screen or writes and deletes, then writes again.
What used to take five or six hours to write ten thousand words often takes fifteen or sixteen hours, dragging on into the middle of the night.
He stayed holed up in his own world of novels, working day and night without ever going out, looking disheveled and like a little madman.
She finally received a private message from the editor, telling her that it would be published on Twitter this weekend, and she felt a glimmer of hope.
Recommending a book doesn't guarantee clicks or reader retention.
She only had perfect attendance for three months, and looking back, it wasn't even as much as she earned back then at Rongshuxia. Did she choose the wrong platform and the wrong career?
The day she had been waiting for finally arrived when she no longer needed to update her blog excessively. Yu Yue, unusually, decided to take a break and invited Yang Yajing out for a good beating.
She eats takeout meals every day, and she feels like she's covered in the smell of takeout food!
Moreover, she hadn't gone out to throw away any trash for the entire month, leaving her small rented room piled high with fast food containers and beverage bottles.
"Sigh! I'm practically turning into a fujoshi!" Yu Yue said with a self-deprecating laugh.
I opened the windows to ventilate the room, tidied up the moldy fast food containers, and sorted the beverage bottles.
Carrying two large bags of trash downstairs, Yu Yue threw one bag into the trash can and sold the other to a junk collector at the entrance of the community for some money before returning home to tidy herself up.
When she went out again, she looked presentable.
Around this time, Yang Yajing's car arrived at the entrance of Yu Yue Residential Area.
Upon entering the food court, Yu Yue exclaimed with relief that he could finally eat food meant for human consumption!
"Have you not been exercising lately?" Yang Yajing looked at Yu Yue's pants waistband, which was now taut again, and shook her head helplessly.
"I'm updating like crazy every day to avoid falling off the charts! When do I have time to exercise?" Yu Yue said with a worried expression.
"Is there any space left in the living room?" Yang Yajing asked as she took out her phone.
"Huh?" Yu Yue didn't understand.
At this moment, Yang Yajing bought a bike-sharing machine online and had it delivered to Yu Yue's house.
"What are you doing? Is this a waste of money?"
"When you're stuck, just ride your bike; when you have an idea, keep writing. You can do both at the same time."
"That makes sense," Yu Yue nodded. "I've gotten so fat lately, I'm unbearable to look at!"
"I'm not afraid of you getting fat, I'm afraid you'll develop high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar from sitting still! If you develop diabetes, you'll have to say goodbye to sweets forever!" Yang Yajing reached out and tapped Yu Yue's forehead.
"Ah!" Yu Yue suddenly realized, "That needs to be taken seriously! If I can't eat sweets, I might as well be dead!"
"How are your grades lately?" Yang Yajing asked Yu Yue with a smile.
"Nothing special!" Yu Yue said, her voice dropping when talking about her new novel.
"Don't worry, I believe in you. I've recommended you, it's bound to be a hit!" Yang Yajing encouraged her. "You'll definitely earn over 10,000 yuan next month!"
"If only that were true!" Yu Yue chewed the beef tendon a few times. "I only have about a thousand yuan right now, I'm so frustrated!"
Another frustrating thing is that a very active author on the platform keeps sending her short comments, which are often "car" comments!
“Look at this guy! He keeps making suggestive remarks to me, like ‘a whole train car full of handsome men’ or ‘get open for business!’ Isn’t that ridiculous?” Yu Yue showed Yang Yajing a few screenshots.
"Why is this person's pen name so... uh..." Yang Yajing was both amused and exasperated.
“His name suits him perfectly!” Yu Yue said, his teeth itching with frustration.
This person, whose pen name is "Xiangpi Sanlian," writes a whole bunch of online novels with mind-blowing imaginations. In Yu Yue's words, his imagination is so big that his brain is like a beehive; it looks big, but it's actually hollow.
"Hahahaha!" Yang Yajing laughed.
In my previous life, this person was the same way, constantly provoking Yu Yue to the point of exploding. Every day, an hour was wasted arguing with him! It seems history is repeating itself—what a coincidence!
In her previous life, Yang Yajing had only known Yu Yue for a short time, but in this life, they have become best friends.
After that day, Yu Yue returned to her daily routine of writing day and night. As the saying goes, hard work pays off, and her work finally reached nearly ten thousand subscriptions within a week of recommendations.
The rise of online literature on emerging platforms has also attracted the attention of entertainment media. As one of the first emerging online writers to take off, she quickly received an invitation for an exclusive interview.
Yu Yue never expected that the day after she published her writing reflections, she would be criticized by a writer from the Cultural Bureau.
"Girl! I want to kill someone!" Yu Yue called Yang Yajing and said this as soon as he opened his mouth.
"What's wrong now?" Yang Yajing shook her head with a smile. Yu Yue was always so emotional and impulsive.
"Take a look at this!" Yu Yue sent Yang Yajing a link.
Opening it reveals a commentary on online literature by Cao Wenji, a self-proclaimed literary critic who calls himself a refined scholar.
Clearly, Cao Wenji is not optimistic about online literature. He said that online writers lower the cultural level of the public, especially the younger generation, and are a dross of misinformation.
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