Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 36 How big is the brain hole

Autumn, accompanied by typhoon and drizzle, drove away the city's last summer.

There is nowhere to hide in the summer that hides in the corner of the city, and is swept away by the cool wind of autumn rain.

For several days in a row, everyone has been discussing the plagiarism incident, and it is really refreshing to think about it.

There are indeed more than 100 comments under Liuyun's novel, all of which are insinuations or outright anger at the comment that caused Liuyun a lot of trouble.

These are all good things that Mu Chun did.

It seems that's not all, not only more than 100 comments, until Thursday night, new comments are still coming.

Some readers turned to Liu Yun's novel to plagiarize the author's message, so there were more and more righteous and awe-inspiring comments, and finally, it became difficult to find the comment that made Liu Yun uneasy.

Like a broken piece of glass submerged in the sand by the sea.

Liu Yun still felt happy at first, although he did not personally participate in this matter, but these comments scolding the author was also a kind of carefree catharsis for him.

It was as if he had used someone else's words to hit back at that person savagely.

But on Thursday night, when Liu Yun was about to finish T204's 3-word short story, he got stuck again.

Would this be considered plagiarism?
Originally, maybe everyone was more tolerant of similar ideas. As long as they wrote their own stories, no one would accuse them of anything.

But people are like this. Because of the plagiarism of an author, people are very sensitive to plagiarism. Maybe a similar plot in general will be considered malicious plagiarism.

The author sometimes inevitably borrows some creative elements from other novels. If the reader happens to be very sensitive, he will inevitably be accused of plagiarism.

The T204's story is coming to an end, which would have been a joy.

Every time I start writing a novel, I often feel excited and devoted myself. Sometimes, I can write ten thousand or two thousand words in one breath.

When the novel develops to the middle part, it will feel tired and powerless, and the rhythm of the story itself disturbs the author's thoughts.This is often the hardest time.

Even mature writers have unavoidable creative lows.

After this stage is passed, when the story is about to come to an end, it is usually the most exciting stage of the story. The questions in the story are gradually revealed, and the characters' feelings move towards an inevitable result.

Writers are always satisfied when the last line is written.Will want to take a break, immersed in the satisfaction of finishing the draft, or have more motivation and emotion to devote to the creation of the next novel.

Of course, loss often accompanies the completion of a manuscript, but most authors will still be more satisfied than disappointed.

It is getting harder and harder for Liu Yun to feel happy from the finished manuscript. He feels that he is one of the very poor writers, who will not be very excited at the beginning and will not be very satisfied at the end.

I always feel lacking, and I am afraid that Jiang Lang's talents will be exhausted.

The more he didn't want to admit it, the more he felt that clues like "I can't write anymore" were everywhere, as if he would raise his hand and surrender at any time, admitting that he was not the material for writing.

Liu Yun's hand trembled again, this time, it seemed to be more serious than before.

It is clear that he is about to be freed from this story.

No matter how much you squeeze your hands, relax your joints, or stretch your finger ligaments on a tabletop, it doesn't work.

Liu Yun thought that when he first started typing every day a few years ago, he would insist on doing finger training, but he had long forgotten about finger training.

Liu Yun put down the computer and got up reluctantly to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

As Mu Chun said, distract yourself and don't keep staring at your hands whenever you think of shaking your hands.

In order to make Liu Yun understand the need for distraction, Mu Chun even played a game for Liu Yun.

He stretched his hands straight in front of him and kept his eyes fixed on either hand. At this moment, the stared hand began to shake, while the other hand stretched flat without shaking at all.

The more you pay attention, the less you can keep it calm.

So it's better to do something else when the tremor occurs.

Liu Yun waited in the bathroom for several minutes, sitting on the toilet but couldn't pull anything out.

I feel stuffy in my stomach, and I always feel that something has spoiled my stomach. After thinking about it, I ate one breakfast a day today.

I was still thinking about the novel in my mind, but it was already a mess, and I had no idea what I was thinking.

The brain went into an idling state again.

When I walked behind the shower curtain, I found that cold water was always flowing out of the shower, and the shower forgot to turn on.

Really mourning.

Sudden depression, sudden sadness.

Want someone to grab a drink, talk loudly or sing wildly on an empty rooftop.

At such a moment, I can't even imagine it.

Thinking about this too much is tantamount to wasting time thinking about novels.

He has to work harder to maintain his current abilities, and even if it's unbearable, it's better than losing his present life.

No matter how you say it, it is also the result of your years of hard work, and you must not be let down.

The warm water poured onto his body, and Liu Yun's body gradually warmed up.

The plane tree outside the window was mercilessly blown by the typhoon, and accidentally hit the window of Liu Yun's house.

He pressed his hand to the window and turned the shower to the back of his hand.

A wonderful feeling penetrated from the palm of the hand to the whole body.

The hand that was close to the window didn't shake at all, Liu Yun tried to make it shake, but made himself laugh.

It's ugly, awkward and ugly.

It's really not easy for an actor. When imitating a Parkinson's patient, it takes a long time to train his hands to do the same shaking as a patient.

Otherwise it's as clumsy as a robot.

Liu Yun returned to the desk, took a deep breath, and carefully placed his hands on the keyboard.

Fortunately, no shaking.

He is chasing his protagonist like a train that is about to leave, chasing after his own story.

Finally, before twelve o'clock, he finished the novel.

The revised task will start tomorrow.

Next, just take a look at the forum and rest early. There is still a book fair event to participate in on Saturday. After this event, Yuan Ming will inevitably discuss with him about the collection with Song Xiaoxiao.

Speaking of this Song Xiaoxiao, Liu Yun only knew that readers on the forum commented that he had a great brain.

They are all inversions, and Song Xiao's lowercase inversion is the most bizarre thing I've read recently.

The brain hole is really bigger than the black hole, which is really enviable, and I don't know how long it is.

This is generally the evaluation.

As for how wonderful his story is, Liu Yun has never read one.

Would you like to find some to read?

Speaking of which, this person is really lucky. After writing a novel of less than [-] words, he already has the opportunity to be published, which is much easier than when he debuted.

(End of this chapter)