Around 11:30, she urged him, "Didn’t you say you have to get ready by six tomorrow? Hurry up and go to sleep."
Ling Yao stroked her fur, glancing up and down with regret, "Really not going to sleep with ?"
"ow~~~," a sharp cry, prompted Ling Yao to raise both hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I won’t say it anymore, alright? Look how anxious you are, I’m leaving!"
Finally chasing away the botherso chatterbox, Hua Yan was about to turn off the lights, only to find that the lights in her room had sohow already been turned off. She blinked and curled her cat mouth; this guy was really considerate.
However, she didn’t plan to sleep outside. The ti was too short and wouldn’t be enough for her to rest, so she simply slipped into the space to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.
After sleeping for over ten hours, Hua Yan walked out of the space, only to find it was just past midnight. Having no choice, she went back into the space, turned on the computer, and started typing.
If you ask her how she types with cat paws, it’s simply a matter of getting used to it. At worst, she would use her paw to press one key at a ti. The speed is definitely not as fast as human hands since they’re small and can’t stretch out, but as the speed slows down, the story ideas beco more fine-grained.
Her third novel, "White Moonlight," is nearing its end. Serialization and publishing are done simultaneously, but the publishing fee hasn’t been settled yet. Altogether, it might be ten thousand yuan. This ti, it’s a full-scale release, and it should wrap up by around May Day. Once finished, the publishing will follow up, and by then, an additional published version of the epilogue will mark its conclusion.
Now it’s March 2016, and she had already drafted the frawork for her fourth novel earlier, based on herself as the prototype, "Hua Yan."
The incorporation of ti travel and the love between human and demon also forms part of her and Ling Yao’s fantasy version, transforming the factual basis of her also being a demon into a sweet, lighthearted, aspirational drama.
Planning to possibly participate in a piano competition during the sumr vacation, she intends to start serializing her fourth novel after September when school begins.
In the anti, she’ll finalize the publication draft of "White Moonlight" and post the epilogue.
Now, the total subscriptions from her three novels have her stable in the inco range of 30,000 to 50,000. Compared to the top authors in the circle, her subscription volu might not be high, but it’s relatively stable, aning her fans are quite loyal, unlike so top authors who explode into popularity with millions, tens of millions in inco. Earning 30,000 to 50,000 a month already satisfies her.
Actually, for so blockbuster novels, if she followed the trend or wrote sothing exaggerated, light and fun, her inco might exceed this, but she writes according to her own preferences. She writes because she enjoys it. If she lost her distinctive style for the sake of following trends, it would have no aning.
What she hopes for is that in the future, when her readers ntion her, they will talk about the direction of her style.
After all, classic texts are the kind that you can read over and over without getting tired. It’s not about writing sothing worth tens of millions; no matter how good a plot is, it might crash. She wouldn’t do that. A novel, long, two million words; short, seven to eight hundred thousand words is the best state.
She also likes a certain site’s short but refined types. If she gets busy in the future, she plans to try this route.
Sitting there for two to three hours, she only got up when the laptop ran out of battery to plug it in outside.
Checking the ti, it was still early. She wanted to practice piano, but unfortunately, her current form had too short legs.
She simply curled up on the bed outside, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep.
She was woken up by the piercing ring of the phone; opening her eyes, she picked up her phone to see it was 5:30. The call was from Ling Yao.
Taking it with her paw, she officially teased him, "Did you have insomnia?"
"Didn’t you have diarrhea? I’ve been up all night. It’s not that I couldn’t sleep; my stomach’s been upset, such torture!"
Hua Yan’s mouth twitched; why was she fine?
"Your stomach isn’t as good as mine. I grew up with gutter oil, food additives, and GMOs, I’m long used to it!"
"K, must you piss off? Alright, hurry up and get up, I’ll take you for breakfast later!"
After hanging up, Hua Yan couldn’t move from the bed. Why?
Because there’s still ten to twenty minutes until six, she had to wait until six to transform, then she could freshen up and go out.
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