Chapter 21: An Author's POV

Chapter 21: An Author's POV

The blue light reflecting on the empty page was something that appeared in the nightmares of many authors. A page that scared them to death. The first page.

According to every author, this page had to be perfect. This was something that would introduce the readers to their story.

For the past ten minutes, Eden had been busy writing a line and then erasing it from existence. This process repeated for another five minutes before Eden sighed and stood up, grabbing the flask filled with coffee.

Emm, caffeine that boosts your brain...

After drinking his fair share for the moment, Eden sat back, looking at the blank page seriously.

"..."

[One cannot edit a blank page]

Huh?

Eden, for a second, rubbed his eyes and then looked at the set of characters floating in mid-air.

Indeed...

No matter what he wrote currently, it was to be proofread and then edited. After that, it would be proofread again and then edited again. Proofread for the third time and then edited for the third time...

For all this to happen, he needed to have his first draft. There was literally no time to waste because, in the end, all the flaws were to be removed from the copy. What was the use of having just a few pages' worth of words? They might be perfect, but they wouldn't reach the readers until the first book was complete.

[One cannot edit a blank page]

He once again pondered about the implications of the quote before focusing on the blank page.

Finally, his trembling fingers stretched, reaching the keyboard and typing. The satisfactory sound of the keyboard being pressed entered his ears, and the increasing word count satisfied him even more.

It was at this moment that Eden realized it was writing that pleased him the most. In the past, he would say that being an author was his greatest dream, but somehow he was slowly growing distant from the profession. Somehow, he felt disgusted by the profession, absolutely loathing it.

There were times when he questioned his capability to write. Others can do it, why can't I? Am I not capable? Am I not fit for this job? Should I just quit? Why am I even embarrassing myself? Why the heck am I even wasting my time?

But it was only when a person let their inner child go free and write that they'd understand writing was fun. Creating a new world was fun.

It could be said that those who were brave enough to start their writing journey, weaving their emotions and imaginations into a new world, were brave warriors in their own sense.

"Play - Blowin' in the Wind – Bob Dylan-"

Ding!

[Blowin' in the Wind – Bob Dylan]

And before Eden knew it, he was already halfway done with his first chapter.

Damn, the typing speed is amazing. In the past, it would take me forty minutes to write 2,000 words...

Now it took half as much time.

Haha, at this rate, I might complete my book in a span of five to six days...

Unfortunately, Eden found out why those who could complete their books were called true warriors.

It didn't even take an hour before the poor lad felt like he was burnt out. He felt extremely weakened, unable to squeeze out any more words from within himself.

Damn, I felt similar situations in the past...

Those didn't go very well...

Should I just stop writing for now?

I feel like anything I make will be bad...

He suddenly raised both his palms, slapping his cheeks. A book was to be edited, proofread, edited again, and then proofread again until its texts were changed into better ones, its prose was passable to amazing, and all the plot holes were fixed. So bad writing shouldn't be used as an excuse to procrastinate. The only solution was to just write, write, and write. There was no other easy method, shortcut, or deviation that would make this thorny path easier.

Taking a deep breath, he began writing once again.

This was actually a cultivation novel.

Writing a cultivation novel, in actuality, wasn't considered plagiarism since it was more of a genre than a unique book. A concept such as cultivation or eastern fantasy didn't actually exist here, so young master memes and infinite harem brain-dead protagonists were also very few.

Power progression fantasy did exist; however, they weren't given much scope due to either being written poorly or written with too many cliché points, repetitive scenes, and lack of flexible plot. Hardly one or two popular power progression fantasies would be written.

Cultivation...

In this world, there existed demons, immortals, devils, and humans.

It was a million years ago that the Fate Immortal and Godly Thieving Gu battled, disappearing a thousand years later. Their battle left behind a treasure known as the Fate Thieving Book.

The lunatic who ripped himself of his fate...

The lunatic who stole the fate of other immortals...

The nameless, and the Fateless...

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There exist many ranks among the cultivators.

Qi Refinement Stage: 1st - 10th.

Building Foundation Stage. (1st - 10th)

Gold Core Stage. (JinDan)

Nascent Soul Stage. (YuanYing)

Great Ascension Stage

Of course, there were higher cultivation ranks such as

Human Immortal. (RenXian)

Earth Immortal. (DeXian)

Heaven Immortal. (TianXian)

It was at this moment that the door of the room burst open as Hugie entered it.

"I think it's bedtime, isn't it?"

"I think so too..." Eden nodded in agreement.

"Then why aren't you in bed yet?"

"Well, give me five more minutes of screen time, pretty please~"

"Haa, words can't describe how disgusted I am when you try to act cute. I almost puked my heart out. Now hop on that bed before I break your legs and put you there for life."

"Did you just threaten me? I have rights you-"

"I'm serious...!"

"Aye aye, sir!" Eden almost instantly complied as he jumped, hopping on his bed. Inwardly, he was still thinking of the novels, sometimes shifting his attention and practicing other things inwardly.

"Sleep!" Hugie ordered as he turned off the lights. A few minutes later, Eden entered the world of sleep.