Does writing have a future?

I'm a senior this year. Out a book. The first print 20,000 has been sold out. As for how much can be sold, I do not know.

I have been fond of reading since I was young.

At that time the family is poor, parents are not around, my extracurricular books only one. It's a composition book. I can recite the composition by reading it. Then I went to the city to study, boarding in relatives. There is a TV with a rooftop small courtyard can play with the downstairs classmate. But I don't care. My favorite thing to do is to go to a bookstore not far from school after school. Without a stool, I could only squat. Every time squat to the feet stand up completely numb.

But I am happy.

I see too much in the book.

I saw the mermaid for love to foam.

I saw the ugly, scary-looking bell-man holding a cold corpse in despair.

I saw Lin Daiyu walking in the garden, a petal falling on her shoulder.

The bookstore is only one bedroom so big, dark and damp, disorder a lot of old books. And through this little space, I went to a world where I could never see the end.

The world is so beautiful. There I understand that the best thing God can give to man is imagination.

In high school, I began to write things. Contribute to the magazine. Every time the confidence to send a full workbook past (I write is written in the exercise book), looking forward to a few months, looking forward to return a cold letter of rejection. The approximate content is not consistent with the style of the magazine.

I began to understand that some of the imagination myself had, but did not tell the ability to listen to others.

When I was in junior high school, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I said I wanted to be a writer. He said, how can you still be a writer, there are thousands of people in the world, you can be a writer of a few, you why. I lost my tears and said, I ... Every time I write a composition, I am the first in my class.

When I was in high school, my father asked me this question again. There were three letters of rejection in my drawer that had thwarted all my enthusiasm. I said, I want to be a teacher.

I majored in film in college. I registered an account on a social networking site and started sending out some articles. There is no utilitarian, I am purely for fun and write. For me at that time the writing is no longer a dream, and is no longer a means of livelihood, it is just my expression of an export.

In this world, some people like to draw, some like to sing, some like photography, and I, like to write down the incredible world I see from that narrow sky.

This is really a great thing.

Even better, because of this, someone in this world is miles away and knows you.

Slowly start some people will come to tell me you write very moving, some magazines will come to manuscripts, some editors will send an e-mail, I am a certain company editor, I ask you are interested in writing a book.

Freshman, I earned my life because of the first money I had to write. There was a girl who saw my article and e-mailed me to ask if she could write a screenplay for her micro-movie. I wrote it. She was very satisfied and I got 1000 bucks.

In the future, I earned enough money for my college by writing a script to write a copy.

I usually do not like to talk, a large group of people when I tend to sit down and eat things. But every time I opened my mouth, everyone would stop and look at me and listen to me.

I have asked the reason. The friend replied, "because it is very ordinary things you speak out is very moving or very interesting."

Then I signed a book company.

My first book was published this year.

A story about the ordinary people around you.

There are a lot of readers come to tell me that after reading, I feel the tenderness of my words.

Even my first love has sent a circle of friends said read a book, think of a lot of things. Thank the author.

I think that's enough.

It gave me more than I had wanted.

When everyone thought I was on the right course and expected me to be more mature in my second book, I told my editor I wanted to finish it before I decided to sign it.

Because I do not know what I write out in the end will be what kind of things, can I first let myself satisfied, and then let the reader do not regret for the book money.

This line is not as fair as it is imagined.

Some of the writing is so bad you're thinking about how this thing is going to be published, relying on propaganda, by selling the author's inspirational experience, relying on a little boring soul chicken soup, relying on all over the country to sign the sale, by telling others I have a lot of grief and effort, and became a bestseller, sold millions of copies.

Some read the first is a surprise, read the second is surprised how can write so well, but unfortunately, when I talk to friends, most of the friends will shake their heads, said that did not hear the book, this person.

So the editor and I said, you haven't graduated, there are a lot of limitations. But you now know a lot of people and have a lot of resources, so the second book you can use this, promote your own books, go to the book, make a speech, and sell it.

I am not a very strong performer. I choose to write because it can be done by myself when I'm alone. And now they tell me that someone ate this egg and thought the egg was delicious, so you should come out and sneak around and let everyone have a look.

And I just feel embarrassed.

Writing is a boring thing.

Boring, but happy.

Sometimes I turn on my computer for hours on the computer and don't write a word. But after I wrote the words I wanted, I was happy all day.

Return to your question.

Does writing have a future?

Responsibly tell you that if you are really writing strength, you are starving to death.

But the possibility of big rich is not high.

It is not a lot of royalties. But the script and the copywriting make more money.

But if you really like it, write it down.

PS: If you really want to write, you may want to improve the level of typesetting and presentation. It feels like your layout is too messy and the expression is a bit out of the way.

I'll graduate next year. Now I have chosen a company that has nothing to do with my major or my writing. The salary of the other party is the one I did not dare to expect as a graduate. So I chose this company.

I'm not a noble person either.

I need money to live. I need money to live a better life. So I put my writing behind my work.

I no longer think of writing as a way to get ahead, no longer want to make a living, no longer use it as a ladder to go to higher places.

I went back to the original place, the damp bookstore, I want to see the world I saw there, that wonderful world, write out.

I saw my 10-year-old, squatting in front of the bookshelf, to see a shabby "Hamlet".

I touched her head and said, "I'm the one you want to be."