When all the strong people share Chicken Soup for the Soul, they will invariably mention the secret to success in life, which is to make a daily plan.

Making a plan and then completing it will stimulate the secretion of dopamine and endorphins, giving people a great sense of accomplishment, making them more confident, and establishing a good physical and mental environment for a long time.

Wang Zixu also tried it. After trying it, he found that this is indeed a trick for the strong, because only the strong can ensure that the daily plan is successfully realized. The strong will never tell you what to do if the daily plan cannot be completed.

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For most people, sooner or later, there will be a day when the daily plan cannot be completed. At that time, the daily plan will not only fail to promote dopamine and endorphin libido, but will also delay eating and sleeping, which will accumulate day by day and eventually become

The core stressors that make people miserable.

For example, this is the situation for Wang Zixu - he has made a strict daily plan for himself. As of the day before the exam, his revision and review plan can just complete all the tasks.

Then he got stuck.

Cavan is an inevitable experience for every writer, and it is also one of the most terrifying obstacles to writing.

I can’t write it, ultimately I can’t write it.

The daily plan stipulates that I write from 7 a.m. to 11 noon. After breakfast and coffee, I feel energetic. I look at the blank screen and look at my watch. It is already 8 o'clock. There are still 3 hours left.

It gives me more time to comfort myself.

By 9 o'clock, people began to feel on pins and needles; by 10 o'clock, Wang Zixu fell into despair, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart - if he started to explode from this moment, he might be able to complete the task within an hour.

As a result, until 12 o'clock, I looked at the 200-word work written by the "explosion" on the screen. Reading through it felt like swallowing shit. My confidence was completely destroyed. I deleted them all in a rage. By the way, I also deleted the 300-word work I wrote yesterday.

Deleted.

After 4 hours of coding, I owe 300 words in one operation. That’s how it came about.

But after 5 days of virtual connection, Wang Zi realized that he could not go on like this, and immediately placed an urgent order to buy a bunch of creative theories. What about "Story", "Story Strategy", "Save the Cat", "Story Project", "Your script is terrible"

... He used to look down on these books, thinking they were "model room decoration methods", but now he is extremely eager for these books that he once looked down upon to bring him inspiration.

When the books arrived home, he couldn't wait to open them one by one, and the more he read, the more desperate he became. There was no gain in any of them. Whenever he saw a page of unhelpful content, he tore out a page, and finally the white paper flew everywhere.

It covered the floor of his house, like snow-white petals covering a tomb, and the faint light from the computer screen looked like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Another day where I didn’t complete my daily plan.

When the day was scheduled for viewing, Ye Lan was shocked when she saw him: he was swollen all over, walking erratically, with sparse hair, panda-like bags under his eyes, hungry lines at the corners of his mouth and blue marks all over his face.

Half dead.

Ye Lan was surprised and said: "What's wrong with you? Kidney deficiency?"

Wang Zixu said: "No. I didn't sleep yesterday."

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"Hungry."

"Then you eat!"

"That novel is not finished yet."

Ye Lan said with a little heartache: "You have to eat before you finish the novel! Is it necessary to rush it? By the way, where did you finish it?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's just because I didn't write a single bit."

"Why?"

"Cavin'."

"What is Cavan?"

Wang Zixu explained to her what Kawen was. Ye Lan didn't understand what he was hearing, but he generally understood that it was a tragedy. She couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, I didn't engage in creation. It turns out that it is so hard to create."

Wang Zixu said: "You don't have the accumulation to do it."

"Hey! I'm trying to comfort you, can you speak?" Ye Lan pointed at his nose.

…

Standing in the house that Ye Lan was looking forward to, Wang Zixu surprisingly felt that it was okay. With a structure of three bedrooms and two living rooms, the master bedroom had an independent bathroom and two drying areas. There wouldn't be much friction if two families lived together. In addition,

In addition, there is a lounge that is transparent from north to south, and Ye Lan said it could be used as a workshop for him.

After Wang Zixu planned the location of the bookshelf and workbench in the lounge, he found that the size of the space was just within his comfort zone, and he was heartbroken.

The only drawback is that it is a bit expensive. After paying the down payment, the money that the prince saved during this period returned to zero.

Standing in the living room, Wang Zixu took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Ning Chunyan:

【Are you there?】

Soon, there was a reply:

【Waiting for you.】

The little prince: [The manuscript is half finished, and now there are two endings. One ending is happy but dull, and the other is shocking but very sad. I can’t think of how to write it. I want you to help me choose one. ]

Qiu Ge said: [What kind of story are you writing?]

Little Prince: [How about I send it to you for review.]

…

Shi Shuqiu: [How about I send it to you for review?]

Xiao Mengyin: [Well, send it over and take a look.]

Putting down her phone, Xiao Mengyin sank deeper into the soft sofa chair.

The air conditioner temperature was 24, and there was a false flame burning in the fireplace. Xiao Mengyin was lying on her favorite black and gold lace cotton pillow, with a gothic-style white and black striped blanket on her legs.

Next to her, a girl in black clothes sat next to her and said slightly dissatisfied:

"In this case, what's the point of this kind of award? Wouldn't it be better to just give it to the second generation of writers?"

Xiao Mengyin glanced at her and smiled.

The girl in black clothes said: "What, am I wrong? This Feishi Award only gets one nomination. It is a great joy for newcomers who have not yet come forward. It is embarrassing for us to hold it in our hands. Don't you think

Unfair?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "I don't think it's fair, and I don't think it's unfair. If you want fairness, don't come to participate in the literary award. Let the value of the work remain in the hearts of readers and yourself."

The girl in black clothes pouted and said, "That's what I say, but after all, this award belongs to them."

The girl in black clothes is named Duan Xiaosang, which is, of course, also her pen name. She debuted with this name and was initially a representative of the new martial arts. She was famous for her fresh and natural style of writing, and later worked as an editor in a magazine.

In recent years, her reputation has become less popular in the literary world because she has not released a new work for a long time. Her current battlefield is behind the scenes: copyright management.

This is a job that makes more money than writing.

Xiao Mengyin said: "Now the gameplay is different and not so naked. Although Wen Erdai has advantages, it is limited to Wen Erdai who writes well.

"In other words, if you are a second-generation writer among a group of people who write about the same thing, why shouldn't you be chosen? If among a group of second-generation writers, he writes the best, why shouldn't he be chosen?"

Duan Xiaosang said: "That means, among the people who are good at writing, he is the most relevant, and among the people who are well-connected, he is the best at writing?"

Xiao Mengyin drank black tea: "Yes! This is how things are done now, and everyone is a face-saving person. When it comes to relationships, which circle doesn't have one? At least the literary world is the most restrained."

After drinking, she put down her tea cup and continued: "Just do the math. Among all the big names in the literary world, the number of people who are still alive in "History of Contemporary Literature" must be at least two digits, right? They are just one step away from becoming a big name in the history of literature.

Guys, those who hold high positions and are engaged in research, how come the total number is three digits? There are so many second-generation writers, most of them are working in the literary association, why is only Shi Shuqiu participating in Feishi?

"

Duan Xiaosang said: "Because he writes better among the second generation of writers?"

Xiao Mengyin emphasized: "It is quite well written."

After saying that, she opened the file sent by Shi Shuqiu.

After watching it for a while, he sighed: "Look, this style is in the same vein as his father's, the writing is solid, and the plot is surreal. It's what the judges like the most. Just because of his age, give him a head

No award is too much.”

Duan Xiaosang sighed: "Fame is like a floating cloud after all. The fairest thing in the world is money."

Xiao Mengyin smiled and said: "You're taking it lightly, right? I was looking forward to your comeback and giving the literary world a surprise."

"It's impossible to have a surprise, and it's almost enough to be frightened," Duan Xiaosang shook his head mockingly, "By the way, in this case, are you going to rush Mao Dun this year?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "Of course I have to go for it. If he can win the first Jade Prize at his level, how can Shi Tonghe be dissatisfied? If he really has such good hands and eyes that he can influence the first prize, then I will be convinced."

Duan Xiaosang smiled and said: "Things in the world are always like this. The more important the place, the fairer it is."

Xiao Mengyin said: "But there is never absolute fairness."

"I'm afraid you have quite a few opponents this year, right?"

Xiao Mengyin's eyes darkened: "There are quite a few, but I only have Chen Qingluo in my eyes."

Duan Xiaosang curled his lips: "Is Chen Qingluo so powerful? Why do I always feel that she is not famous?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "You think she is not famous because the New Talent Award is no longer available. At that time, the New Talent Award was still very valuable. In addition, it was too early for her to debut. She debuted for five or six years.

This award has just been created, and more important awards have already been won, so there is no need for Feishi."

Duan Xiaosang said: "Don't be afraid, you are not bad either. Who is not a young genius?"
To be continued...