Chapter 46: What you like the most?
"Actually, I've hesitated for a long time, how should I write this plot?"
Sitting on the sofa, Ovela stared at the thick stack of manuscripts in her hand in a daze, as if she was talking to Linger, and she said to herself: "Whether it is a stroke or a detailed description."
,It is always so unhappy, readers won't want to see such a story. But I can't change it, because I am just a recorder, not a real creator. Is it true that changing the plot in the book
Will they change together? It would be great if the novelist really had that power."
She said quietly, and Linger listened quietly. Although he was not a novelist, and even in terms of personality, it was completely opposite to this profession that required romantic fantasy, but he could subtly understand Princess Bemang's difficulties.
This may be because he was the person who made Ovela think of "wanting to create a work of his own", and he was the person who suggested that the girl write down the "travelers' story".
The original intention of young people is to make the girl who suddenly return to the world and lose her parents and teachers one after another, and be able to adapt to the life of the world as soon as possible. There is nothing more intuitively realizing that she is alive than pursuing dreams. Young people are conscious of the fact that they are alive.
I have no experience of dreams, but I can understand this mood. Under his suggestion, Ovela has indeed written day after day, writing for a long seven hundred years, dreamlike and illusion
All the history books, story books, novels, fairy tales and picture books, scripts, poems I have read are integrated and condensed into the crystallization of the pen.
When she first arrived in Renweiting City, she submitted her own hard work to the Northern Cultivation Group Press under the pseudonym "Garner": "Grimm's Fairy Tale", a name that makes people feel subtle after hearing it.
In addition to Metien and others, Miss Livia, who is now a nun in Tianxin Church, left Renweiting, and the group was in Sumiya, the city of Fenghua.
After staying for several months, Ovela actually deliberately inquired about the news and learned that "Grimm's Fairy Tale" had been published by the Northern School Publishing House and was very popular among children. This inspired her and she swears to
Keep up the effort and use your own stories to bring happiness to more children.
However, since leaving Sumiya City, the journey has been full of twists and turns. First, the North Ashuka Mountain was filled with wind and snow. In order to cover up its tracks, Yunjing Kong Island had to be hidden in the snowy mountain, and Ovela could not go to Hyde at the foot of the mountain.
Bruceburg delivered his new manuscript; then it was a journey to the universe and many changes encountered along the way. Finally, the group even came to the Eastern Continent. Even with the support of the sect, the Northern Congregation was published.
The society cannot take root in the land of the old forces, so it is even more difficult for Ovela to contribute. Moreover, the team has experienced so many twists and turns, and the Gray Hill area is not peaceful. She is really embarrassed to call her companions for her private affairs.
A big fight.
Having said that, she did not stop her creation and kept silently writing the sequel to the story until she stopped her pen before this most tangled, difficult, and difficult to decide.
She suddenly realized that her original dream might not be realized.
Because some people have sacrificed for this.
For a fairy tale, nothing is worse than this. If it were other authors, the plot could be modified, but Ovela could not. She did not have absolute control over her story, as she said just now,
No one can modify reality, even novelists can do it.
"Sometimes I wonder if these things I do are meaningless at all?"
Ovela sighed quietly: "Even if you write a story, you can't publish them. The greatest sorrow in the world is this, both for the creator and her works. But what's the case with publishing?
What is the meaning? Will more people be sad for this story? The sacrifice of Themis in the heavens is the first time, but it will never be the last time, right? If we do not give up our position and unswervingly fight against the witch
, Then such plots will be staged again and again, but will readers accept familiar characters from behind again and again? They may not know that this is something that happened in reality, but the plot
Can it be fictional, and the emotions are all sincere. Can every creator ignore that mood and force himself to write an unsatisfactory ending? I am afraid I don’t have that kind of heart, Linger.”
Her lost eyes fixed on the pale manuscript paper, as if a drop of dark ink fell, gradually rippling: "After thinking through this, I no longer think that words are the greatest power in the world,
There are things that are heavier, stronger, and more unstoppable than it. So, I may not be able to hold on anymore, Linger. I don't want to write anything..."
His Highness of the ancient Beimang Kingdom pursed his thin lips, and a hint of sorrow spread out from his shallow eyebrows: "It would be great if I could really not write anything."
At this time, it seems that nothing is useful to say.
Don’t give up? Do you have to stick to your dream? Even if the ending is not satisfactory, will it be better to give up halfway? In fact, they are just standing in the position of an outsider, standing without hurting your back when you speak. How can you empathize with the girl in front of you and understand all her confusion?
What about sadness? Those who move forward will not retreat. How can you regret the stories you have written?
"I think you should continue writing, Ovela." Linger suddenly said, without giving any reason, just asking the girl to stick to this path she thought was impossible.
However, such a thin statement obviously cannot change Ovela's mind.
"What's the point?" asked the girl, and asked herself. She looked quietly at the draft in her hand. When the text lost the weight it should have carried, who would sigh for the plot in this book?
A story that cannot resonate with readers will eventually be abandoned by its readers - perhaps the creator would have given up before that.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As if he had made up some determination, Ovela no longer hesitated and extended the manuscript paper to the burning flames on the candlestick. The gradually licked the flames on the pale paper and reflected the thinness on the pale paper
The power of temperature makes the surface of the paper gradually curl up, and fine folds appear. Perhaps what happens next will prove that the ignition point between words and paper is actually very low, which is no different from the dream in people's hearts.
But it didn't happen after all.
He reached out with one hand, blocked the candlelight, and gently took away the manuscript paper from the princess's hand.
"Tell me, Ovela." Linger smiled and said to the girl who looked shocked, "Don't forget, I was the one who suggested that you write the novel. I first watched your work and proposed it.
The person who suggests me is also me. In other words, I am your first reader. I haven't given up yet. If you want to see the ending of this story, as the author, can't you insist on for me, the number one reader.
Have a moment?"
Listening to his words, Ovela couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, she smiled helplessly. She shook her head gently: "I insist on writing a whole book for a reader, and even the plot of this book and
The ending may not be the type you like. People like this, people like this... aren't they like fools?"
"But even if only one person can see your story, I believe its existence is worth it. What's more, people always have to do a few stupid things to make their lives more meaningful, right? Of course, stupid things themselves
It's meaningless, but why did you do that stupid thing? What was your mood at that time? What did it bring to you? I don't think these things can be like paper, just like candlelight
Turned into ashes."
As he said this, Linge reached out and took a pen from the desk next to him, put the manuscript paper on his thigh, and wrote something on it. The rustling sound of the pen tip passing through the paper made Ovela return in a daze
God comes, this feeling is very familiar to her. Every time she wants to sleep, she eats food that she has always disliked when she was a child, she walks around in the quiet hotel late at night and returns to herself alone.
She would feel this way in the room. Sometimes she would record this feeling with a pen, but the mood that emerged at that time was neither depressed nor sad. She just kept feeling its existence,
Just like the sea water constantly eroding the breakwater on the dock. And now that pen is in the hands of a young man, what do he want to write? Do he feel the same way as himself? Or do you turn those emotions that are hard to explain or understand into the most
What about the real words? If it weren't for the deepest and most intense literary master, it would be impossible to do this, but Linger... might be different, right?
Ovela thought in a daze, but at this moment, the nib of the shark suddenly stopped, and the young man raised his head and smiled at Ovela.
"Actually, I can't write anything." He admitted that he was not reluctant to mention his past: "Just as every child had the fantasy of being a great hero, everyone who could get in touch with paper and pen was also
I have absolutely fantasized about what kind of stories I will write, which makes the public obsessed with and fanatic, but the fact is that in most of our lives we are ordinary and mediocre, and do not have special talents. If I
Telling you that you have never tried is definitely a lie; but if I tell you that I haven't given up on my own ideas after trying it, it's just a lie. In my college days, I wrote several papers and got it
The professors' recognition; later I wrote a few other types of articles and sent them to the publishing house, but I only got the three words "not passed" that were both important and not important. This made me realize that even if it was the same text, it was rigorous.
It is also completely different concepts with romantic, logical and sensual, realistic and romantic, and I have never tried it again since then."
"Recognizing your mediocrity is the first step in life, but if you ask me, why should a person who chooses to give up, persuade me not to give up? Then I should tell you, Ovela, the reason why words are The greatest power in the world lies in that it is also the most ordinary power in the world. The threshold for using it is very high, and the threshold for understanding it is also very high. You can see that the threshold for it is there, lower than your ankle. .So I often hear people say that beggars also know how righteous Prince Hamlet's revenge is, but the script lines of "The Lenway Court" caused the audience in the Garden Theater to smash them randomly. If it weren't for the emotional infection, the poorest How can we empathize with the highest destiny, and how can the most brutal behavior be to defend the purest art? You have a unique talent, but at the same time you are also given a divine mission, destined to use your own The pen writes stories for thousands of people without talent. But please note that the story does not belong to you, but to all those who fantasize about its existence. They have seen it long ago, but they have no talent, so I can't write it out."
"If you stop the pen, are they invisible? This is arrogant; if you let the story stay here, will their fantasy be abandoned forever? This is one-sided; if you feel that there is only one in the world It is also wrong that Shakespeare can write "Hamlet" and only one Sir Roman can write "March Search Diary". In the fantasies of millions of people, there are always people who are not inferior to this, and even far surpass them. It is precisely because Master Shakespeare and Sir Roman know this that they never regard themselves as great, but call their pen 'reader's pen'. The meaning of writing books for readers is not to let readers see their own. The work must satisfy them, and even make this work recognized by many people until it is famous in history; its true meaning is that only you can help readers write what they have fantasized about but cannot write it. The story, the ideals they have pursued but were forced to abandon, and the enthusiasm they have existed but were carefully hidden. This is the only way for every great writer, when they realize that creation is not their own power, It is a mission given by fate and inspiration.”
When the young man said this, his words were slightly paused. The sudden blankness that appeared in a long but not complicated narrative was like the breakdown of the music, which made Ovela feel nervous for no reason. At this time, the young man had already put his pen tip on his pen Removed from the paper and handed the paper to Ovela with the light of the candlelight swaying.
The girl subconsciously took it.
"I must admit that you make sense. I insist on writing a whole story for a reader, especially a story I don't like. It is indeed something that only fools can do. But occasionally I also hope that in the world, too, too. There is such a person who is willing to do such a fool for me."
He blinked at the girl, and although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, it was not frivolous. On the contrary, it gave people a feeling of gentleness and encouragement. Ovela felt that his hands were trembling, as if he would be unable to grasp them at any time. But no, she pinched the paper to death, and even made it wrinkled because of too much force, and the folds spread like human palm lines, and went through the tortuous journey of time. A line of text on paper is not affected by these delicate and profound patterns, and is so clearly reflected in the girl's eyes. She heard the sound, as if it came from the bottom of her heart, because it was not reading, but feeling-
"Would you like to be a fool for your original readers?"
Chapter completed!