Planet Novelist1
"If the evolution of the civilization of the entire Earth is just a novel in serialization ......"
"If the evolution of the civilization of the entire Earth is just a novel in serialization ......" I am a writer, a very ordinary writer of serialized novels. But the world I live in has developed a divine civilization, and readers have long since stopped reading simple textual narratives, and want serialized content to be more intuitive and exciting, more immersive. In order to meet the needs of the readers, the serialization platform I work in has developed a new serialization system, which only requires the writers to enter their ideas into the content, and then the corresponding scenes and characters can be synchronously projected, and the entire plot is played out in real time. Each story takes place independently on a blank planet, and readers can watch how far the plot has progressed on this planet at any time by paying a subscription. And the article I am serializing takes place on a planet called Earth. To be honest, I was not interested in writing this article at first, registered an account in the serialization platform, applied to the blank planet called Earth, my lazy cancer attacked, did not do anything, put the Earth on the side of the shelf for hundreds of millions of years. It was only when the editor came to me and said that if I didn't start writing the story, the platform would have to take the planet back and give it to other writers that I reluctantly logged into my account and reconstructed the idea. Initially I have little creative experience, set up some random story characters, are single-celled creatures, the plot is also very perfunctory, completely flat and straightforward bookkeeping, the story was serialized for hundreds of millions of years, not even a serious line, no readers are willing to follow the change, so angry that the editor lady vomited blood, pinched my neck and shook: "You at least fucking snack on it! Or this lady directly to you beat up a life can not take care of themselves to see!" I was frightened by the fierceness of the editor, and began to honestly think about the role and plot. Unfortunately, the level of creativity can not be quickly improved overnight, even though I have given up part of my precious time to catch up on the drama and play games for creative work, the standard of my work is still like a smelly salted fish, can not turn up. The editor is so disgusted with my incompetence that she rolled her eyes to the sky, but she is a good person, did not completely give up on me, gave me a lot of creative skills pointers, I am also very grateful (harm) (fear) her, patience grinding more than two billion years, the story serialized to the Triassic period, the quality of the work is finally improved. At least the characterization is very progressive, all from single-celled creatures evolved into dinosaurs. Yes, a variety of dinosaurs are the main characters in my story, I carefully set their character, write personalized lines, and try to write a series of racial migration, kill, love, heritage of the dog story. The number of subscribers gradually rose, and I started to get messages from readers urging me to do more. CP", "Cang Long and Liang Long's Lang Lang match is good to eat" and other issues argued to the dark. I was a little confused by these fights, but the editor was very satisfied with this, saying that these are the signs of the work to fire.
"If the evolution of the civilization of the entire Earth is just a novel in serialization ......"
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