dkrc Chapter 358 Asking For A Day Off
Chapter 358 Asking For A Day Off
Yesterday, I sent two leave requests in a row in the "Author has something to say" section, but it is said that many readers never read "The Author has something to say". In order to prevent uninformed readers from waiting all night, I will post a single chapter request for leave here. .
There is no update today, we have to wait until tomorrow.
I feel guilty for not updating on Saturday.
I cried with guilt, seriously, I kid you not.
But there is really no way. Firstly, I have something important to do today, and secondly, I have been updating continuously for too long. I am exhausted both physically and mentally. I need to adjust my state and rhythm.
Just talk nonsense.
This book has actually been planned for a long time, more than half a year.
But before publishing the book, I wanted to throw it away.
At that time, I had a manuscript of more than 70,000 words on hand, and I had revised it four or five times. I had to overthrow and rewrite some chapters so many times that I almost burst out of revision.
During that time, when I was washing my face, I looked in the mirror and the whites of my eyes were bloodshot.
Everything was ready, and when I was about to publish the book, I suddenly couldn't get the title.
I started picking up book titles in the morning, and I picked out about fifty titles, and then hesitated.
I hesitated until the afternoon, when I collapsed. My excitement turned into frustration, and my frustration turned into despair. I couldn't find a satisfactory book title for the whole day, and every title made me feel bad.
I remember a book that taught screenwriting theory once said that if your script cannot be summarized in one appropriate sentence, it will definitely fail.
I felt the same way at the time. I had already written 60,000 to 70,000 words, and made an outline of hundreds of thousands of words to follow, but I couldn't come up with a simple title, which meant that the book was a failure and should be killed outright. !
After I decided to kill this book, I went to bed with a feeling of despair and self-defeat.
After waking up, I got up and prepared to write a new book.
I have been writing for a long time, but I am not in the mood. My mind is still on this book, and I still want to write this story down.
So I gritted my teeth, put it out there, found a book with a similar title and posted it, and the results were great!
As of now, the writing feels pretty good, and thanks to the love of readers, the results are not bad. So I am very scared, what if I really kill this book at that time, what will the new book look like?
There is a place called "Liu Xiu Tiao", which is a deep gorge on a high mountain. It is said that Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu was chased here on horseback by enemy soldiers. Faced with the deep gorge that could kill people, Liu Xiu did not take a detour. He gritted his teeth and jumped on his horse, and successfully jumped without any risk. The pursuers behind him did not dare to jump as hard as they could, so they watched Liu Xiu escape.
Later, Liu Xiu, the son of the plane, defeated Wang Mang, the time traveler, and became the founding emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty. This place has also become a famous scenic spot. Visitors here sigh: the success or failure of life is often determined by a single thought.
Learning mastery of literature and black science and technology literature is a test. I have read a lot of novels with the same theme, and the beginnings are too scary, such as hand-made controllable nuclear fusion, hand-made star destroyers, hand-made Dyson balls, hand-made sixth-generation machines...see It's easier to get up there than to drill wood to make a fire.
I don’t know how to make these things by hand. I still tend to find some theoretical support and write down the process of developing black technology as realistically as possible.
When writing about pharmaceuticals, I referred to "The Pharmacist: The Man Who Discovered New Drugs" by Augie Ogas, "The Truth About Generic Drugs" by Katherine Eban, "The Human Body Trade" by Scott Carney, and "Pharmacion Hunters: The People Who Discovered New Drugs" by Guo Yongxue. "Pharmaceutical Equipment and Process Validation", "Biochemistry" edited by Xiu Zhilong, "The Story of Antibiotics" by William Rosen, "Little Thoughts of the Intestine" by Julia Enders, and "A Brief History of the Human Body" by Bill Bryson, edited by Tang Binghua of "Molecular Biology".
When writing about mathematics, I referred to high school mathematics textbooks, a bunch of mathematics textbooks for postgraduate entrance examinations, "My Geometric Life" by Yau Shing-tung, and "My Brain Opened" by Bruce Schechter.
When writing about explosives, I referred to Yang Li's "New Pyrotechnic Agent Theory and Technology", Zhang Liguo's "Detailed Explanation of Practical Technical Details of Mine Blasting", Zhang Xiangyan's "Armored Vehicle Weapon Shooting", Yin Jianping's third edition of "Ammunition Science", Cui Qingzhong's "Black Powder Design and Manufacturing Technology", Liang Zengyou's "Explosive Impact Damage and Detonation Characteristics", and some public special documents, such as "Safety Code for Design of Underground and Covered Gunpowder and Explosives Warehouses" and so on.
Recently I am concentrating on writing about the brain, mainly referring to Matthew Cobb's "The Biography of the Brain", and I am planning to collect some more brain-related books. I happen to know a girl who is currently busy in the neuroscience laboratory of the University of Edinburgh, and she recommended it to me. I have read "Gateway of Perception", "Exploration of Consciousness", and "Principles of Neuroscience". I may buy them and read them in the future, or I may save trouble and just ask her to help me list the key knowledge.
In addition to reference books, it is also essential to read papers. In fact, I have read less than half of the reference books mentioned above. I spend more time picking up papers, first reading the abstract, then reading the cited papers, and reading again. I opened more than ten windows, and I was dizzy. I didn’t know which window the part I just saw that could be written was in, so I had to go back and look for it one by one.
In addition to reference books and papers, I would also like to express my gratitude to the many top students and classmates who provided me with help. They lived in different directions and studied different majors, but they enthusiastically provided me with quite a lot of professional materials, usable papers, anecdotes and personal information. My experience is that their rich experience cannot be obtained by looking up information. Some of the laboratory gossip is very interesting and even subverts the three views, but unfortunately I cannot include them all in the novel.
In addition, there are often unexpected surprises when searching for information.
I accidentally got into a group chat of Tsinghua University engaged in AI. I lurked in it and watched a bunch of great masters discussing interactive neural networks, asking about weekend homework, and throwing out all kinds of nouns from the Bible at two or three in the morning. A small issue led to a quarrel between each other.
I thought I could lurk until the end of the world, but huskies are destined not to stay in a pack of wolves for long. Later, they actually collected their homework one by one in the pack.
A master who seemed to have studied abroad in Massachusetts asked me for homework. I apologized in despair and said I would quit immediately. The master actually forgave me and said that the group was just a place to discuss elementary class assignments and was not confidential. Magnanimity allows me to leave behind the knowledge of free prostitution. But I was thin-skinned, so I apologized profusely and left.
By accident, I found a domestic mathematics forum from 2005. It had a black interface and a bunch of netizens with shamat-like online names were discussing the cutting-edge aspects of mathematics. Hundreds of pages could be exchanged around a single issue, and many of the mathematics The problem remains on the fringes of mathematics to this day.
I can't help but have the illusion that I have strayed into an ancient forbidden land in a fantasy novel. There are secret books left by our ancestors everywhere. Mortals cannot understand them. Only those with strong luck can read them.
I heard that I was writing a chapter about explosives, and a friend introduced me to his cousin. His cousin was addicted to explosives in middle school. He used things bought in supermarkets and Taobao to secretly light fires and test explosions in the toilets of rural school dormitories in the middle of the night. .
He thought that the power would be about the same as firecrackers, and that it would even fail the first time. Unexpectedly, it was too successful. The marble sink exploded to pieces, and the metal faucet was blasted into the sky. It was directly embedded in the ceiling. It is said that when the firefighters came, he looked up. He looked up at the faucet plugged into the ceiling and was stunned. He himself went to the hospital and lay there for a long time, almost blowing himself up. Later, this person was admitted to a related major in a certain college, and he got his wish and embarked on a career in military research, working with bombs every day.
All in all, in the process of collecting information for this book, I came into contact with a lot of immortals in the academic circle. Originally, I didn’t know the existence of various academic immortal worlds, but by accident, I got a glimpse of them. There are geniuses like water and academic masters like clouds. , intellectuals from all over the country and even around the world, chatting all night long in a language that I didn’t understand but seemed to be in two different worlds.
This book will be very long, and I will continue to advance the plot with 10% sincerity, while trying to find the theoretical basis as much as possible so that the realization of the black technology in the article will not be a castle in the air.
There may be some mistakes, I apologize for this, but I have little knowledge and I have really tried my best.
The world has been in turmoil recently, but fortunately we still have a stable environment where we can imagine wildly.