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To put it simply, the state of the past two days has been quite bad.

I used to think that maybe it was just writing transitional chapters that led to the loss of passion, but it completely collapsed when I wrote it today.

My worst fears happened.

Even if it’s writing a plot that I’ve planned for a long time, writing a character I like very much, or writing a drama that I should be good at, I still don’t feel a little passion when I type.

This kind of situation never happened when the average order was 26, and I couldn't get a little bit excited.

Not just writing books, but also life, as if being hollowed out, it seems that the perception of the surroundings has declined, and the life is muddled, the mind is always ignorant, I can’t remember things, I feel that nothing is interesting, like a walking dead .

I have tried many methods, including going out to play, eating what I like, and going out to exercise every day, but it still doesn't work.

I can't even read books, I can't even play games, and writing books is the only thing I have persisted in these two days. It is all supported by the thought in my mind that "absolutely can't be a eunuch, can't be interrupted".

At first I thought I was just being lazy, but yesterday I said in the group that I must make up for these two days. After all, I have written what I am good at, and the speed should be improved, but today I sat from 12 noon to now at night At half past six, I could write less than 2,000 words.

Scared, especially scared, this episode can be said to be an important plot linking the past and the future, if I can't even ignite it myself, how can I expect to impress the readers?

To put it bluntly, it is

Why did it become like this... for the first time with so many subscriptions. With such a favorite theme and setting. Two happy events coincide. And these two joys brought me even more joy. But why, did it become like this...

Why, why, why, it’s hard to get this result, it’s hard to unfold the group portrait, it’s hard to lay the groundwork and open up the world view, obviously there are so many great plots waiting for me to write, why? I will be in this state? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

I want to cry, I really broke down, why am I such a waste, I pulled my crotch when I was ready for everything.

It is impossible for a eunuch to be a eunuch, and it is impossible in this life.

I may have to calm down tonight and ask for a day or two of leave. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll make up for it later when I get better.

By the way, I would also like to ask friends who have been in a similar state, how did you get out?

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