Afterword
For the chapter with the loli and Thea's backstory, I couldn't really dedicate enough effort for it. I think right now, it won't feel rewarding.
In the end, I got really lazy to go through with everything for the moment. Maybe I felt like going to focus on another project. It's probably better than completely abandoning this. Even if it's terrible as hell, I kinda want to keep the story going until completion. The notion that I kept things hanging midways just screw up with a bit of my OCD—probably.
By chance, it's the mood or I actually lost motivation at some point. Before I tried my best to try finishing this, I kept thinking this story project was a mistake and I shouldn't really get through with this—but in the end, well—I guess I had given it the ending it deserves?
It all starts with me just writing by turning my brain off, spamming whatever my mind could think of, without passing through the logical filter. Somehow, it ends up like this. I have to think for so many days to steer it in the kind of direction I think the story should be—man it's so stressful—I don't want to go through this shit again.
The bottom line--I was still learning to write things that I could enjoy and make my work all worth it. Though, when I wrote this, I feel it's better if I never have to be stressed out at all, and just able to chill all the way, from the start to finish.
For the rest...
The Extra Chapters are just loosely related to the main plot—it doesn't have a direct continuity.
I had a sequel in mind and it'd be just loosely related to everything, but that's just a plan. I won't promise it.
I apologize if it's not that good.
...but if you came thus far, many thanks for reading.
Now for the bit of rant.
In all honesty, for the moment of writing, the amount of support I got for this novel, compared to the effort I put—is pretty damn pitiful.
No single comments were present from the start to finish.
When I posted it on a writing group, it was ignored for the majority of the part, because it wasn't anyone's cup of tea.
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Indeed, it was painful, I admit it. I even regretted ever writing this a lot of times.
...but after I while I don't regret it that much. At least I moved on from only able to complete a project that's just simply about posting drabbles.
When I think about it again, I wasn't that keen on telling a story that suits the masses. I just want to convey a message that the current, present me felt. That's why, during the time I was just editing the part, I don't feel motivated for the most part. It's only when I wrote something new, I truly felt alive.
I have gained a lot of things due to working on the Scenery of Tranquil Places. It made me grow as a person, regardless of the nonsensical things I wrote earlier.
Some things just have to be done; the editing process had its fun moments as well.
In the end, at this point, I don't even know what I was talking about in general.
It's just like—I love to use writing as a means of self-expression, and just that.
The journey to find my true muse is still going. I can feel myself getting even close to it, but what's more important was the journey itself, not the destination.
How I grew slowly but surely, bracing myself through daily life, with my stories in mind. It made my life bearable somehow, but I'd like to view my writing process as the means to change my own life.
Not from the support of others, but from the process of writing itself.
I'm looking forward to discovering more and more things through its journey. This project, filled with setbacks, was just the beginning of it all.
Now I'd tackle the next ones and the others thereafter with more confidence.
I'll write it, the way I want to, the way that suits me best. So I'd feel my life truly worth living.
Well, that's all. I hope things will go best for your respective lives, whoever reads this.
I'd be seeing you again when I completed another project of mine.
May the best of our lives keep on going!