I saw 24-year-old Han Han in Nanfang Daily the day before yesterday. He sells novels with a smile in the middle school affiliated to CUHK. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Han Han, who published a book at the age of 17, has slowly entered middle age. People stand at the age of 30, but as a peer, I am a literary youth with the same aspirations and ideals, but I am hesitating and waiting for aging mercilessly.
I always fantasize that "tomorrow will be better", and the dream of writing a book is day after day, year after year, and I always find all kinds of absurd excuses to perfunctory. In fact, it is often life that escapes and delays.
Han Han has a saying: "Every year, a novel of100000 words will be published", adding that "I send messages of more than 300 words every day". I feel very ashamed. I send more than 300 words of information every day, but I have never written a word with pen and ink. Watch TV and play chess every day, or waste precious time and energy watching others achieve their goals. Time is in a hurry, so it is worthwhile to read thousands of books and write articles. Recently, I always feel that time is not enough, the time is not yet mature, and I am waiting for a long free time. Looking back suddenly, I found that I missed many short time fragments, but it was "quite a lot" time to condense these bits and pieces of' time fragments'. If we pay attention to using these bits and pieces of time, the "road" may have come a long way. Lu Xun said: Time is water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it. Along the way, I only looked at great dreams, ignoring that big dreams are made up of countless small dreams, and forgetting that a little water in a sponge can weave small dreams.
Qiong Yao also said that when she lost confidence and fighting spirit, many "draft papers" could not attract her to write at the beginning, and she lingered in the study all day and could not write words for a long time. Everyone has "unspeakable pain". I confess that I should not give up my long-troubled desire to write because of a lack of interest. Qiong Yao, a senior student, said that writing is the most lonely job, and it needs the greatest "perseverance" to "persist" and "finish". Writing itself is a challenge, with more pain than pleasure, so it can't be said to be a kind of enjoyment.
It's hard to know without experience. Han Han said in an understatement: "300 words a day", but it is not easy to keep the 300 words the day before yesterday and the 300 words the day after tomorrow clear and persistent. Press the phone with your finger every day, and 300 words will come out easily, but the short messages of 300 words every day can be well connected with each other, which is a painful process of racking your brains.
I am afraid of the painful process of racking my brains, afraid of spending a little time to write 300 words, and always want to wait long enough to spread paper and ink. Suddenly found that such a wait is a greater loss. When there is enough time, many "drafts" have vanished. For a while, it became more painful, but I couldn't write a word. I found that I missed a little time, even the process of writing the "draft" on paper. If writing a novel is a kind of pain, dividing it into hundreds of words a day is equivalent to dividing the pain into hundreds of days to bear. Because I am afraid of the little pain I suffer every day, I find reasons for my escape and wait. Waiting is often a more arduous task and a greater pain.
Waiting to solve the problem is evading the task and causing greater pain to tomorrow. Waiting is actually an excuse.