"Postscript" Part 1
Hey guys, I finally finished writing
It’s hard for me to describe my mood at this time. It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s not calm, it’s not exciting.
It's really hard to describe
In fact, I have been thinking about how I would feel if I reached this moment a long time ago. I thought about various possibilities, but I never imagined that it would be like this - I couldn't even express myself in the most basic words.
I think maybe because I thought too much about this moment, my fantasy surpassed the feeling of reality.
However, when I opened the curtains and looked at the gloomy sky in Beijing, I still felt that something had changed.
This was a five-year rally, literally five years. It took five years to write nine novels and complete such a large and complex story. It was indeed a bit too strenuous for an amateur author. By the end of writing, I no longer knew whether the story was good or not, whether it was exciting or not. I just wanted to allow the characters in it to truly complete the journey they should take. In fact, it's not something I control. The biggest dilemma I faced at the end was that the protagonist was tired of his life, and I had to find bait in the story to keep him going.
I had them walk through just a few minutes ago and it was peaceful.
When I finished writing the fourth book, I had already decided to write a very long postscript, in which I would write down all the doubts and thoughts I had during the entire process of writing "Tomb Robbers Notes". While many memories have not faded away, while all the characters are still vivid in my mind, I must start writing immediately. Let’s talk about some general things first. About the origin: To be honest, I really can’t remember the original intention of writing this novel. But I know that it must not be that noble and great idea. I've never been one to have that literary ideal, and I never wanted to tell people. I am a so-and-so family. What I have been pursuing since I was a child is, to put it bluntly, a sense of recognition, and storytelling is the easiest way for me to gain that sense of recognition. so. Although I can't remember it, I can almost certainly say it. When I wrote the first three thousand words, it was probably just to win some applause.
This is a very lowly pursuit. A long time ago, I was ashamed to speak up because it was so secular, although I understood that even if he is not a great person, he will do something for the happiness of many people, and I am not as noble as them. slogans and became panicked. I feel like my motives are impure.
"Tomb Raiders Notes" is derived from a folk tale that my grandmother told me. This story made a deep impression on me when I was a child.
The story tells that a landowner bought an empty house and wanted to plant some flowers and plants in the backyard of the house. However, he found that no matter what he planted, nothing could survive, so he asked a Feng Shui master. The Feng Shui master said that there seemed to be a problem underneath the yard, so the landowner hired a long-term worker to start digging in the yard. Halfway through the digging, he started to see blood. He didn't know whether it was real blood or red mud. Finally, under the courtyard,
A large carved coffin was unearthed, and I don’t know whose it belongs to. They placed the coffin in the ancestral hall. From then on, the village was restless. Not only were the things in the fields dead, but even the landlord's family was dying. All kinds of strange things were happening in the surrounding neighbors. So I had to continue looking for a Feng Shui master. After looking at it, the Feng Shui master asked them to continue digging in the yard. They dug dozens of meters down and dug out a smaller coffin. It turned out that this was a joint burial tomb, and the couple was very loving. However, because the wife's coffin settled more heavily, the two coffins were farther and farther apart underneath, and the resentment became heavier. The village chief found a new geomantic omen and laid stone slabs underground. The two coffins were lowered and they were buried together again. Everything calmed down. I developed more associations with this story and used the elements in it to write Chapter 001 of "Tomb Raiders Notes".
I remember that Chapter 001 of the story has more than three thousand words. I only wrote it for less than half an hour without any modifications. I posted it somewhere where everyone could see it, then I wrapped my head with a collar, hid and pricked my ears, hoping to hear some cheers and be satisfied. own vanity. This sounds like five years. During these five years, I have experienced changes that I could never imagine before. But now, when I look back at the pursuit that I thought was very low, I find that it has become the most noble slogan at present. Stephen once said in the preface to "The Dark Tower": I made a lot of money writing this book, but the initial joy of writing this book had nothing to do with money. Five years later, I have become a so-called best-selling author, but I am very happy. I am happiest when I hear some applause in that inconspicuous place on the Internet. And at the moment when I finished writing, I Looking forward to that time even more.
About this novel: Actually, what I want to say is that when I wrote the second book, I already had a strong feeling that this was no longer a novel.
I always feel that there is a world that has been formed somewhere else. Because I typed on the keyboard, the world slowly grew and developed, and the characters in it began to have souls of their own.
When I was thirteen years old, I read a biography of Alexandre Dumas, and it was written that "all the characters came to life." When Alexandre Dumas was writing the third part of "The Three Musketeers", one of the characters died. He cried while writing, and the manuscript paper was wet with tears. I felt very strange at the time. What kind of situation would allow an author to write about the death of his character in this way?
I tried to develop various imaginations, but with no results, until I started writing this novel myself, and began to consciously give the characters in the novel different personalities and different life experiences. Slowly, I found that the plot of the story began to undergo some changes that I could not predict.
Soon, I could no longer control what this person should say or what actions he should take. I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. As long as you first create a scene, such as heavy rain, and put these characters into this scene, they will go to their respective seats and do what they should do.
I can't reverse the positions of any two of them, because that would cause irreconcilable dissonance. Even if I forcibly reverse the behavior of two of the characters, I will be at a tea party in the future. Who speaks first, who speaks last, who will liven up the atmosphere, who is wandering, everything has been decided. I didn't have to think about anything, I just looked at them and knew where the storyline was going. They really live.
In the very long writing process that followed, I changed from a writer to a bystander. I observed everyone's actions from God's perspective, and slowly, I could even see the origins of many of their slight emotions and behaviors, which were some of their childhood experiences. For example, I can really see everything about Fatty's past, his pain, his vicissitudes, and everything about him through his movements when he shakes the ashes of his cigarette. One flower, one world, one tree, one Tathagata. I can constantly reverse and repeat a scene, observe it from any angle, and even see the psychological activities of everyone present, and the emotions of several people pass through my heart at the same time. I think few people can appreciate this kind of pleasure.
When I was writing the "Havoc in Heaven" section, I felt as if I was in a private room of the Crescent Hotel. I seemed to be able to walk from upstairs to downstairs, watching the chaos among the people around me. In the midst of the flying debris and the fighting crowd, I paused everything at any time, reversed time at any time, stayed close to the characters' hearts at any time, and experienced all the emotional changes in their hearts. I can slowly push everything in front of me forward at a slow speed of one second and one frame, and then squat on the ground and watch the expressions of the characters inside slowly change. The entire world in this book felt real to me. Every detail of him is real and cannot be changed. What I have built is as solid as reality. Although I am the creator of this novel, when everything fell into place, I began to have extreme respect for the world of this novel. To be continued