End of Act I
If you think of this book as a "Hollywood three-act play". After the seventh chapter is written, the first act is officially finished.
Comparing it with "Attack on Titan", it is about the time when more than half of the Survey Corps died and an Ani was captured.
It is about this stage.
To be honest, I like the book "Giant" very much, because everything in this book is infinitely close to reality.
When mortals fight against Titans, they will die one by one.
When Armin was able to transform into a colossal Titan, the Survey Corps was almost wiped out.
This is too real!
When I was young, I also liked to read those fast-paced and exciting stories that were amazing in seconds, but as I get older, I may really be a little tired of them.
Many book friends reminded me in the chapter notes that "the protagonist should be promoted", "the protagonist is too weak", "the protagonist should ride Leviathan and flatten the universe".
I really can't write this kind of book, and there are so many starting points for this kind of book.
This god, that saint, is written very well, it's not my turn to write at all.
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Lovecraft is a natural talent
"Mortals cannot face the gods directly"
In front of time, true gods, and nature, humans should behave as they should.
A fearless investigator, who investigates something in depth, sees the face of the true god.
In the end, he went crazy and died.
This is the most normal and reasonable thing.
I don't know this man who was born in 1980 (the Qing Dynasty had not yet fallen at that time, and Arthur Morgan was still a child).
When he started writing books (1924), he was already 34 years old (similar to my situation). When he was 36 years old, he wrote "Call of Cthulhu" and a series of Cthulhu literature.
No one liked it after it was published in the magazine. 90% of people said they couldn't understand it, and the remaining 10% said the story was too bad.
There were even more than 50 readers who wrote to the magazine asking the editor-in-chief to fire this incomprehensible madman.
In order to make a living, he could only write for others, that is, be a hotshot.
This is an absolute bottom-level person in the industry.
It was just like a low-level writer who couldn't sign a contract at Qidian and ended up being a sought-after writer for a studio.
However, even so, his life was still extremely tight.
He was on the edge of hunger and cold every day.
Do you think this is miserable?
No, no,
This was just the beginning.
In 1933, the 9th year after he became a professional writer.
He had achieved such an astonishing achievement that "no impurities were willing to accept his manuscripts"!
You have to know what era 1933 was. That was when the United States had just won World War I and was thriving. Hundreds of magazines were accepting manuscripts at the same time, and anyone who wrote anything would buy it.
However, his manuscripts were completely out of the market because they were "gloomy" and "weird" and seriously did not conform to the mood of the times. The editor called his manuscripts "spiritual pollutants".
So much so that in the end, when they saw that the letter was from him, they would not even open it.
They would just send it back.
This is like a 9-year veteran online writer who had difficulty signing a contract in the end.
This is too miserable.
This also led to the fact that no one knows what the stories of the several long novels he wrote in the last few years of his life are now.
This is quite regrettable.
Four years later, he died of cancer.
He was buried in a cemetery (because he was alone, without a wife or children).
40 years later, when his value was rediscovered by readers, they voluntarily paid to build a tombstone for him.
Flowers are blooming all year round.
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Compared with other authors on the website, I am a bit miserable, but compared with Lovecraft, I am much better.
At least as long as I want to write, no one will take the initiative to cut my book.
At least I still have a dozen readers and can earn hundreds of dollars every month.
Keep a calm mind.
All this is good.