diskusbooks Chapter 777 Added Chapter
Chapter 777 Added Chapter
"Hey, you can't burn it!" Lao Gui snatched his membership card and corrected his father's words, "It's the Internet Writers Association! It's different!"
"What's the difference? Aren't net shoes and walking shoes all shoes? Your grandfather's dream back then was to become a great writer, but unfortunately he didn't have the conditions back then. You have fulfilled his wish and brought honor to our ancestors. Of course you have to show off so that the old man can rest in peace."
Lao Gui sighed and was too lazy to explain too much to his father.
But what I didn’t expect was that the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.
"I heard that my grandson became a great writer. I was so happy... I even gave up the chance to be reborn after waiting for decades and came to the world of the living to see how my grandson would bring honor to me. But the result..."
As the old man spoke, his tone suddenly changed:
"What kind of shit did you write? It's bad enough that it's not well written, but you pair the hero with this woman and that woman all day long. All women can't help but fall in love with him when they see him. With just a sharp look, can sparks fly and make women willingly kneel down and be his licking dogs?"
"This, this, this, this is all immoral!"
"How can such unsightly content be shown to readers? Isn't this poisoning the people?"
"If it were back then, I would have been paraded through the streets and criticized by the entire nation. Oh, my face... you have thrown it into the netherworld!"
Lao Gui thought of many reasons, but he never expected it to be because of this!
He asked the old man with a sad face: "Grandpa, what do you think I should write? If online novels are not written this way, how should they be written?"
The old man snorted coldly: "Have you read the Four Great Classics? Can't you write a novel that can rival the Four Great Classics? Create a classic character like Lin Daiyu, Monkey King, and the heroes of Liangshan?"
"Take another look at what you wrote. Your male protagonist is either in bed or on his way to bed."
"You immoral thing, can't you think about anything other than what's in your crotch?"
As the old man spoke, he became more and more angry, and his face became more and more gloomy and terrifying.
Lao Gui was trained like a grandson... Oh, no, he was already a grandson.
"Uh... the Four Great Classics are not books from the same era as ours."
The old man said: "No matter what era, classics are classics!"
Lao Gui: "Grandpa, you think too highly of your grandson. How many writers have there been since ancient times? The number of novels they have created is probably more than the stars in the sky. But how many people have written classics like the Four Great Classics?"
The old man said, "Since you want to be a writer, why can't you stick to the classics? Can't you raise your thoughts a little higher and stop dwelling on sex?"
Lao Gui sighed, "Grandpa, I wasn't like this at first. Really! When I first entered the industry, I was still a greenhorn. I had the same idea as you do now, I also wanted to write a masterpiece that would shock the world! I also regarded Cao Gong as my idol. I also swore in my heart: Even if I worked hard, even if I spent my whole life, as long as I could publish a masterpiece like Dream of the Red Chamber, I would die without regrets!"
The old man's expression eased a little: "Yes, that's how it should be!"
"But reality gave me a ruthless blow!"
Talking about those days, Lao Gui also felt filled with emotion.
He spent two full years polishing his most carefully crafted book, which was written in the style of Dream of the Red Chamber, and even included many of his own original poems. Even the chapter titles were carefully designed and poetic.
After submitting the manuscript, he felt that his masterpiece would surely create a huge wave in the contemporary literary world.
His mind was full of fantasies that he would become the second Cao Gong, and he even called himself Cao Gong's disciple.
As a result, the website editor directly rejected the manuscript within a few days.
The reason is: the pace is too slow, and I can't figure out who the protagonist is after reading for a long time. Although the writing is beautiful, it doesn't fit the style of online literature.
He was stunned and totally confused.
Is beautiful writing a shortcoming?
The pace is too slow, I don’t know who the protagonist is?
In A Dream of Red Mansions, Daiyu and Baoyu both appear in the third chapter, and in his book he deliberately waits until the third chapter to introduce the protagonists as a tribute to the classic.
The editor said he didn’t know who the protagonist was. Did he pass without even reading the third chapter?
He was very angry and felt that the other party was blind and could not recognize gold inlaid with jade.
So he put his masterpiece on the forum and let everyone comment on it for free.
As a result, he was scolded as shit.
He wanted to go into publishing, so he applied to several publishing websites, but no one paid attention to him.
He originally wanted to follow Cao Gong's example and live his whole life just for one book.
But a penny can make a hero fall. With no income, he could only eat steamed buns and pickles every day.
Later on, we almost ran out of money to buy steamed buns.
If I continue, I'm afraid I'll die before I finish the book.
So after countless setbacks and repeated lessons from reality,
He gradually learned to bow to reality.
He began to read a lot of online novels and learn how others wrote.
At the same time, I also slowly modified my writing style.
The literary style and words will become an obstacle for readers. So abandon them and use straightforward language to narrate the story.
Only when I feel unwilling to accept the situation occasionally, I will use the scenery to express my emotions and shake off the literary talent that has once been gone forever.
The biggest difference between online novels and traditional literature is that the pace must be fast, and you have to present your most exciting plot in the shortest time.
Why did books in the past have a slow pace and more layout? Because they were paper books in the past. Whether you bought or borrowed a book, you had to pay a certain price to get it.
When people get a book, they are more willing to cherish it and thus have more patience to read it slowly.
Even if some books are not to my liking, I will still think that since I have already bought them, it would be a waste if I don't read them.
But now, there are too many ways to get books and they are too easy.
Some are free at the beginning, and you can pay to subscribe if you like them.
Some even offer the entire book for free.
People usually take a quick glance and switch immediately if they don’t like it.
How many people are willing to waste time to slowly savor the profound thoughts in a book?
For an author like Lao Gui, if the first chapter fails to capture the reader's attention, he will be immediately and ruthlessly abandoned. He is even worse than an old shoe.
Therefore, don't exaggerate in the early stage, don't explain too much story background, get straight to the point, and it's best to start with a climax to firmly attract readers.
After some exploration and countless attempts, Lao Gui gradually found the feeling.
At that time, he mainly wrote historical novels.
He thinks writing history is quite cool.
To this end, he even read history books till they were worn out, just to memorize the historical background.
Hard work always pays off. The historical novel also received good traffic and was signed by the website.
But just when he happily thought that he could finally make a living as a writer, the historical novel he had worked so hard to write was suddenly taken off the shelves.
There was no other reason, it was just because of a period of severe crackdown, and he didn't know what he wrote and crossed the line.
Thus, several months of hard work went to waste, leaving only a handful of bitter tears, and no one cared.
From then on, there was no real background in his books anymore, only imaginary backgrounds. All real places were also hidden, only Country A, Country B, Country C, Country D...
Readers laughed at him and said he was from the Alphabet Country, and asked him if he was going to collect all 26 Alphabet Countries.
He smiled but said nothing.
Readers criticized him for his poor writing skills and suspected that he had not even graduated from elementary school.
He didn't defend himself either.
What is there to say? Others laugh at him for being too crazy, he laughs at others for not seeing through him.