A Heavy Author’s Note for a Million Characters (1/2)

What should I say? If I speak my mind too much, the readers will find it boring. I’ll try to make it simple then!

Six months, a million characters, a chair and a computer upheld the passage of time. In the eyes of others, this should seem like a very lonesome life, right?

Lonesome? It is. Sometimes, I feel utterly flustered from loneliness, with no idea what to do.

Just admit it! There are no paths that will be smooth sailing all the way.

Sometimes, you just can’t avoid staggering along.

Sometimes, all you can do is look up.

Not looking up to others, but up to the you you wish to be.

“I want to become someone like that! I want to write novels like that!”

And then? You’ll achieve happiness?

I can never avoid asking myself this question, as I understand that life is not novels. There are no paths that definitely lead to happiness.

You don’t have to answer it—you’ll only know if you try!

Constant attempts, constant pursuits to see just how that future tastes. I want to write a decent novel, to show myself.