Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 377: Writer

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"May, Monday, go out and purchase... I talked to the sellers in the vegetable market, and everything else is normal!"

"Tuesday, everything is normal!"

"Wednesday, aim to dine in "Hobble" restaurant...everything is normal..."

"Thursday, the goal is to start a new creation... I bought a blank notebook with pens and inks in the store... keep watching..."

"Everything is normal on Friday!"

"Saturday, the goal begins to improvise...mostly the beginning of poems and novels...I can’t determine whether it is polluting, observe carefully...the sample has been submitted for inspection..."

"Sunday, the target fell into a frenzy writing state...I’m not sure whether it was accompanied by delirium...preparing to force interference...After 30 seconds, the target returned to normal, and the interference was suspended...Reporting..."

——Excerpt from the investigator’s diary of Love.

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"Finally... This Eastern way cultivation, West's Doom Warlock, the true spirit burst into the arms of Stygian?"

"What strange things am I writing?"

Roca stared at the novel she had written with some loss.

In other words, a little at the end of the novel, while the front is more graffiti, poetry... I am a bit puzzled.

Literature creation, before forming text, must have already had a framework in the mind of the author.

But looking at his text, he felt very... strange!

Even if he wrote the ending, Roca had no idea of ​​the beginning and the middle part of the memory.

Reminiscing about the state of writing just now...it reminds him of his first drunken state. When he just graduated from Wen Institute, he was filled with a big glass by several friends' "Rum Bomb", a kind of sparkling liqueur mixed with high-purity spirits, can make the drinker faint directly, unconscious.

The state of writing just now is somewhat similar to drinking and drinking to the memory fault, and I can't remember what happened.

"Since that time, the condition seems to be more serious..."

Roca mumbled, opened the drawer, found a huge brown glass medicine bottle, took a white pill from it, and swallowed it in cold water.

His attending doctor told him that he had minor mental problems, but he didn’t have to worry too much. Regular medication can relieve the symptoms. Moreover, most urbanites of this era have some physical or psychological diseases. This is normal.

"I don’t feel normal at all..."

Roca tore off a page of the notebook, crumpled it into a paper ball, and dropped it into the wastepaper basket that was half full.

As a freelance writer, he regularly receives contributions from newspapers, magazines and publishing houses, and is the only source of his life. He pays for his house rent, daily expenses, and medical expenses...

"Well...If the situation is more serious, do I need to go to a psychiatric hospital for treatment? No... Once I go to that kind of place, I can’t get out because you can’t prove that you are mentally...and high. Hospitalization costs, etc. Why do mental patients care about costs?"

Roca was amused by her cranky thoughts and felt like she could be written as a stalk in the new novel.

Well, although he is a writer, he writes everything.

Fiction is the main source, but not every one can be recognized by the publishing house.

Besides, poetry is relatively short and consumes a small layout, so it is easy to get favored by some literary magazines.

Although the manuscript fee is not much, it is a powerful supplement in times of embarrassment.

In addition, he even wrote lace press releases to some tabloids, which is decent for the author, but for a living...at least at the time of publication, Roca changed the pen name.

"What happened that time..."

After taking the medicine, Roca rubbed her eyebrows: "I seem to have forgotten something... but the doctor said that it was a traumatic reaction, don't force a recall, and accept it slowly..."

He felt a little dizzy in his head, and it was like this every time he took the medicine, so he fell directly on the bed and made a snoring sound soon after.

Hoooo!

The evening wind blew and opened the window.

A black figure jumped in from the window and picked up Roca’s scratch paper on the table.

......

Roca is dreaming.

It seems to be a bizarre adventure. If it can be written, it should attract some attention.

But the picture flashed too fast, and the characters seemed to be covered with First Layer mist, so they could not see clearly.

Also, there are only some broken fragments, it is difficult to bring any inspiration, and it is very tired!

However, the dream tonight seems to be a little different. Which character seems to be a little clearer?

The next day.

Rocca got up and saw that everything in the room was the same as last night, and subconsciously called out: "Attribute Column?!"

There was silence all around.

There was no light curtain in front of him.

"How come I suddenly want to say this term? Because the Junior Secondary 2? Or want to confirm that I am special?"

Roca shook his head and smiled, walked to the restaurant, opened the bulky and thick refrigerator, sniffed the milk inside, felt okay, nodded, poured himself a cup, and put two slices of oat bread into the toast Machine baking.

Ding!

The two loaves of bread are automatically jumped up and taken out by Roca, dipped in tomato sauce, and made into a simple sandwich. Together with milk, a breakfast is formed.

If the manuscript costs are sufficient, he will choose to add a slice of fried bacon or eggs to it, but now Roca is troubled by nightmares and needs to pay a large amount of medical expenses, and the standard of living inevitably drops.

"However, as a writer, even a poor writer has freedom!"

Roca drove the used car purchased by her instalment loan and was going to visit some of her friends.

They will regularly hold some cultural salons, activities similar to book clubs, and exchange ideas and tips on writing with each other~IndoMTL.com~ The people involved are not only authors, but also painters, musicians... Although most of them can only perform on the street, it is almost the same if you think about Roca's status.

If it attracts one or two wealthy businessmen or young ladies from high society, it will be considered a very face-saving thing by the organizers, and it is worth bragging for many days.

While driving, Roca felt a gust of wind flowing through her ears, and felt the drowsiness of her head eased a lot: "Yesterday I seemed to hear that name... a bit strange... Fang Xian? ... No no , Should it be Fang Xian?"

"Well, strange name, if you take him as the protagonist, readers should not accept it?"

"However, maybe you can change his name to conceive a novel?"

"Why...I still think something is wrong?"

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