Rebirth of the Viking King

Think of this book as a "Hollywood three-act play." Once the seventh chapter is written, the first act is officially finished.

If you compare it to "Attack on Titan", it probably involves killing more than half of the members of the Survey Corps and capturing an Arnie.

That's almost it.

To be honest, I quite like the book "Giant" because everything in this book is infinitely closer to reality.

The fight between mortals and giants is to kill people piece by piece.

By the time Armin was able to transform into a giant titan, the Survey Corps was almost dead.

This is so true!

When I was young, I used to like reading those fast-paced and exciting articles that lasted for seconds, but as I got older, I probably got a little tired of them.

Many book friends reminded me in their chapters, saying that "the protagonist should make a move", "the protagonist is too weak", and "the protagonist should ride Leviathan to level 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 and that saint are so well written that it is not my turn to write them.

**

Lovecraft is a gift from heaven

"Mortals cannot face gods directly"

In the face of time, God, and nature, humans should behave as humans should.

An investigator who is not afraid of death, investigates a matter deeply, when he sees the face of the true God.

Finally went crazy and died.

This is the most normal and reasonable thing.

I don’t know this person who was born in 1980 (the Qing Dynasty was not yet dead at that time, and Arthur Morgan was still a child)

When he started writing the book (1924), he was already 34 years old (similar to my situation). By the time he was 36, he wrote "Call of Cthulhu" and a series of Cthulhu literature.

No one liked it after it was published in Impurity. 90% of people said they could not understand it, and the remaining 10% said the story was too poor.

More than fifty readers even wrote to the magazine asking the editor to fire this incomprehensible lunatic.

In order to survive, he can only ghostwrite for others, which means he is in demand.

These are people at the bottom of the industry.

It's very similar to being unable to sign a contract at the beginning, and ending up as a sought-after low-level writer for a studio.

However, even so, his life was still extremely difficult.

Hovering on the edge of hunger and cold every day.

Do you think this is miserable?

no, no,

This is just the beginning.

By 1933, it was the ninth year since he became a professional writer.

He achieved such an astonishing achievement that "no impurities were willing to accept his manuscripts"!

You have to know what era 1933 was. It was a time when the United States had just won World War I and was prospering. Hundreds of magazines were accepting articles at the same time. Anyone who wrote anything outrageous would be bought.

However, his manuscripts completely lost the market because they were "gloomy" and "weird" and seriously inconsistent with the mood of the times. The editor called his manuscript "mental pollutants."

So much so that when I finally saw that the letter was from him, I couldn't even open it.

Send it back to where it was.

It’s like being a 9-year-old online writer who finds it difficult to sign a contract in the end

This is too bad.

This also led to several long novels he wrote in the last few years of his life. No one knows what the stories are now.

This is quite regrettable.

Another four years later, he died of cancer.

After death, he was casually buried in the cemetery (because he was alone, without a wife or children)

Forty years later, when his value was rediscovered by readers, they voluntarily contributed money to erect a tombstone for him.

Flowers are now in bloom all year round.

**

Compared to other writers on the site, I'm a little miserable, but compared to Lovecraft, I'm much better.

At least if I want to write, no one will take the initiative to cut my book.

I still have at least a dozen readers and can earn several hundred dollars a month.

Keep a calm mind.

It's all good.