The Lord of Reincarnation - 379. Chapter 378

“May, Monday, the target goes out, purchases… I had a few conversations with the buskers at the vegetable market, otherwise, everything is normal!”

“Tuesday, everything is normal!”

“On Wednesday, I aimed to dine at the’Papa Hopper’ restaurant… everything is normal…”

“Thursday, Goal is about to start a new creation… I bought a blank notebook, pen, and ink in the shop… Keep watching…”

“Friday, everything is normal!”

“Saturday, the target began to improvise… Mostly at the beginning of poems and novels… It is impossible to determine whether it is polluting. Observe carefully… The sample has been sent for inspection…”

“On Sunday, the target fell into a frenetic writing state…not sure if it was accompanied by delirium…prepared to forcibly interfere…30 seconds later, the target returned to normal, suspended the interference… reported…”

——Excerpt from Love’s investigator’s diary.

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“Finally… the Eastern monk, the Western doom warlock, the true spirit burst and entered the embrace of Styx?”

“What weird thing am I writing?”

Roca looked at the novel he had written with a little disappointed.

In other words, a little bit at the end of the novel, and more graffiti and poems in front of it… I am a little bit puzzled.

The creation of literature must have a framework in the author’s mind before it is formed into words.

But when he looked at his own words, he felt very…unfamiliar!

Even if he wrote the ending, Roca had no memory of conceiving the beginning and the middle part at all.

Reminiscent of the state of writing just now… This reminds him a bit of the first time he was drunk. When he just graduated from the liberal arts college, he was filled with a big glass of’rum bomb’ by a few friends. ‘, a sparkling liqueur mixed with high-purity spirits, can make the drinker faint directly and unconscious.

The state of writing just now is similar to that of drinking to a memory gap, and I can’t remember what happened.

“Since that time, the condition seems to be more serious…”

Roca murmured, opened the drawer, found a huge brown glass medicine bottle, took out a white pill from it, and swallowed it with cold water.

His attending doctor told him that he has mild mental problems, but don’t worry too much. Taking medicine regularly can alleviate the symptoms. Moreover, most urbanites in this era have some physical or psychological diseases, which is normal. .

“I don’t feel normal at all…”

Roca tore off a page of the notebook, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it precisely into the wastebasket, which was half full.

As a freelance writer, the manuscript fees received from periodic submissions to newspapers, magazines and publishers are his only source of living, paying for his house rent, daily expenses, and medical expenses…

“Well… If the situation is more serious, do I need to enter a mental hospital for recuperation? No… Once you go to that place, you can’t get out, because you can’t prove that you are mentally normal… and the high hospitalization costs , Wait, why should the mental patient care about the cost?”

Roca was amused by her own cranky thoughts, and felt that she could be written as a stalk in a new novel.

Well, although he is a writer, he writes everything.

Novels are the main source, but not every one can be recognized by publishers.

In addition, poetry is relatively short, consumes less space, and is more likely to be favored by some literary magazines.

Although the cost of the manuscript is not high, it is a powerful supplement in times of distress.

In addition, he even wrote lace press releases to some tabloids, which was not the author’s decent, but for the sake of making a living… At least when the manuscript was published, Roca changed his pen name.

“That time… what was the situation?”

After taking the medicine, Roca rubbed her eyebrows: “I seem to have forgotten something… But the doctor said that it was a traumatic reaction, don’t force the memory, but slowly accept it…”

He felt a little groggy in his head, which would happen every time he took the medicine, so he fell directly on the bed and snored after a short while.

Huhu!

The evening breeze opened the window.

A dark figure jumped in from the window and picked up Roca’s draft paper on the table.

…

Roca was dreaming.

It seems to be a bizarre adventure, if it can be written, it should attract some eyeballs.

But the screen flashed too fast, and the characters seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see.

Moreover, there are only some fragments, it is difficult to bring any inspiration, and it is very tired!

However, tonight’s dreams seem to be a little different. Which character seems to have become a little clearer?

the next day.

Roca got up, saw that everything in the room was the same as last night, and subconsciously called out: “Property bar?!”

There was silence all around.

Before his eyes, no light curtain emerged.

“Why do I suddenly want to say this term? Because of the junior second grade? Or want to make sure that I am special?”

Roca shook her head and laughed, went to the restaurant, opened the bulky refrigerator, sniffed the milk in it, and felt it was okay, so she nodded, poured herself a cup, and put two slices of oatmeal bread into the toaster to bake .

Ding!

The two pieces of bread that have been baked automatically jumped up and were taken out by Roca, dipped in tomato sauce, and made into a simple sandwich, combined with milk, to form a breakfast.

If the manuscript fee is sufficient, he will also choose to add a slice of fried bacon or egg to it. But now, Rocca is suffering from nightmares and has to pay a large amount of medical expenses, and his standard of living will inevitably drop.

“But as a writer, even a down-and-out writer has freedom!”

Roca drove a second-hand car that he had purchased on an installment loan, and was about to go to some of his friends.

They will regularly hold some cultural salons, activities similar to book clubs, to exchange writing experience and skills with each other.

Among the people involved are not only authors, but also painters and musicians…Although most of them can only perform on the streets, it’s almost the same if you think about Roca’s own status.

If it can attract one or two wealthy businessmen or high-class ladies in the past, it will be regarded by the organizer as a matter of great face, and it is worth bragging about for many days.

While driving, Roca felt the gust of wind passing by her ears, and felt the drowsiness in her head relieved a lot: “I seemed to hear that name yesterday… It’s a bit strange… Fang Xian?… No, it should be. Fangxian?”

“Well, weird name, if you take him as the protagonist, readers will not accept it, right?”

“But maybe you can change his name to conceive a novel?”

“Why… I still think something is wrong?”