Ask for another day off
I forgot to pick up my pen and couldn't concentrate. I couldn't even write 4,000 words at the end of the day.
The new coronavirus is obviously almost healed, with only a little inflammation and cough left, but my mind is blank. I know how to proceed in the plot, but I can't write it down, and I don't know what's wrong with it.
Two days in the four days of January, the remaining two days were also more underworld. Sorry, let me adjust it again, I hope to recover as soon as possible.
Sigh, this feels so uncomfortable.
sorry.
Sleep, cheer up!
(End of this chapter)