I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy Chapter 118

First of all, I apologize for showing a story that wasn't quite satisfying.

In reality, this novel was raw from start to finish. It was unplanned and was written simply for fun... that’s what I thought. From the beginning to the end, I saw it as a novel that was a bit—no, very disappointing. I’ve always judged it like that. It kept going off course in the middle, and the path completely changed, but sadly, there was no way to go back.

Maybe it was just for fun, that's probably it. When I think back, I wonder why it ended up this way. I should’ve just stuck to drawing.

I’d never properly learned how to write, I was just a scribbler, a writer by nature. To be exact, I was just one of many readers who liked to read novels.

Then one day, I suddenly felt the urge to write. Just for fun. The novel I wrote purely for my own satisfaction was "I Beca an Artist in a Romantic Cody."

Of course, it wasn’t a good piece of writing. But I don’t regret writing it.

I’ve always been soone who would quit whenever things got tough, but for the first ti, I used the word "The End." It was probably only possible because of you all. Without you, this story wouldn’t have made it to the end.

While I was writing, there were many monts when I thought about quitting. My weak will always held back. But knowing that hundreds of people were waiting for my novel made afraid to give up.

I’m infinitely grateful to the readers who showed interest in a novel that didn’t even have a proper synopsis.

I’m sorry for showing you such a lackluster, immature, and imperfect story.

But I don’t think I’ll stop writing. Maybe you could say I’ve gotten hooked, since I’ve already started another project.

To the readers who followed along despite the confusing story, I really want to express my gratitude.

I'm sorry, and thank you.