Start the new Thousand Days Program today. Write more than 1,000 words in micro-headlines every day and stick to it for more than 1,000 days. I used to write a million words in the "Jane Book", but there was no reader, and more

Start the new Thousand Days Program today.

Write more than 1,000 words in micro-headlines every day and stick to it for more than 1,000 days.

I used to write a million words in the "Jane Book", but there was no readership, and there was no income.

The "Jane Book" is a place of self-talk, and it is often inconvenient to lock the article. I had to hide most of the articles and not publish them publicly.

Hopefully, micro headlines will be more convenient.

I like to write series of things, dozens of articles in a series, so that it takes a core idea, and then diverges, one article every day.

I've also written long fantasy novels. Writing a novel, once smooth, can write more than 5,000 words a day, or even reach 100 million words. It's just written hi.

My first full-length fantasy story, 72 Days Buried Under a Mudslide, is planned to be a five-part process. In the process of completing the second part of "Through Death and Love", I feel as if I am out of my soul.

The second part is set in the island nation of Athens on the back of the ocean, using the death of Socrates as a clue to analyze the connection between death and love.

The biggest gain was solving the death plot that had puzzled me for decades. "While living is a sin, death doesn't solve the problem. ......”

Socrates, like Jesus, avoided the suspicion of suicide by using a method of torture, and at the right time, used the hands of others to end his life, and prevented others from being responsible for murder.

Perhaps the real death of Socrates and Jesus has more secrets, but in this novel, I understand that the death of these two philosophers or prophets is also the knot that I have been confused about for many years, that is, how to avoid the responsibility of all people, reasonably solve the paradox of life, and then no longer bear the guilt of trapping the trillions of microscopic lives in my body?

I'm thinking, what should micro headlines write? I haven't thought about it yet.

Shouldn't it be time to step inside and look at this cold winter?

Or write with frozen fingers about a moment that warms your heart? This damp and noisy slice of life?

As the first one, that's it.