I wrote a few chapters of the novel, but I couldn't finish it halfway. Please give me your comments. Do I still need to continue writing?

I wrote a few chapters of the novel, but I couldn't finish it halfway. Please give me your comments. Do I still need to continue writing?

On the ninth day, the north wind blew, and the cold air was pressing. A young girl stood on the cliff, looking into the distance.
The cold wind blew, blowing her clothes and messing up her hair. The intermittent sound of crying like a baby, murmuring like silk, and miserable screams came to his ears. The wind rustled the leaves. It was pitch black all around. Other than the sound of the wind, there was still the sound of the wind.
The sky slowly brightened, and the sun slowly rose. She looked at that place in a daze, and a tear quietly fell from the corner of her eye. It's been five days. Has no one realized that I'm missing?" Heh…" She laughed at herself." What are you still expecting?" He opened his arms and raised his head to enjoy the warmth of the sun. He closed his eyes and memories flooded into his mind, happy and sad. It was about him. She thought she had forgotten, but she had forgotten the time. Waiting for love without regrets, but not getting a response, as time goes by, the heart will be tired. " Mother, you must be lonely. I'll accompany you now." She slowly walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"Zhao Lingxuan, don't think I'll forgive you just because you're dead." A male voice came from behind her. There was some anger.

She was a little shocked. She didn't expect him to still come. Actually, she was a little happy. But after hearing those words, she still…However, he had gotten used to it after so many years, hadn't he?
"Forgive? What do I need your forgiveness for?" She turned around and said to the man with a hint of disdain and a hint of questioning.

The man lowered his head and looked at the flute in his hand. The flute was very old. It was obvious that it had been around for some time. He seemed to be recalling something, and his eyes were filled with sadness. He raised his head and looked at the woman with hatred in his eyes,"If you hadn't killed Bingjie, we would be so happy now." Do you want to die so easily to escape punishment?
 " Nangong Yi," Zhao Lingxuan said angrily," I told you I didn't kill Zhao Bingjie. Why?" You never believe me."
" Hmph…" He said coldly," You still don't admit it even now."
"How can you admit to a crime that you want to add?"
"Good, very good," Nangong Yi said coldly."There's a type of person in this world who won't shed tears until he sees the coffin." He played with the flute in his hand, a mysterious smile on his face. He looked up at her coldly.
She continued,"That year, you had an accidental miscarriage, causing you to be infertile for life. Did you never suspect anything?"
"You…what do you mean by that?" she asked in confusion.

" Haha…Ha!" He laughed loudly." Zhao Lingxuan, you're really stupid."
"Could it be…you?" She clutched her chest and said while trembling.
"That's right, it's me.
Hearing him say this, she couldn't help but turn pale with fright. Her body trembled unconsciously and she fell to the ground. The stone scratched her arm, but she didn't feel the slightest pain. " You…how could you…how could you do this? That…is your child."
She trembled and sobbed, and the man's good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly.
When it came to making a decision, there would always be another thing that would make it more certain. She stood up from the ground and looked at him as she retreated step by step to the cliff.
"Men, bring the Young Mistress back to the manor." With a wave of his hand, many servants appeared behind him. He tightened his grip on the flute and stared at Zhao Lingxuan. He was slightly nervous.
She took out a dagger from her sleeve and pointed it at the servants." Who dares?" Those people didn't dare to come forward either. She kept retreating. The rocks on the cliff rolled down without making a sound. She knew that she had no way out.
"Zhao Lingxuan, don't you want to avenge them? At this moment, his palms were covered in sweat and he was very nervous. He couldn't imagine if the woman in front of him had jumped down like that. Would his heart be able to bear the pain of losing her?
She was still indifferent and turned a deaf ear.
" Zhao Lingxuan, if you want to die, I won't stop you. I can also let you go, but you have to come back with me first." His voice was trembling. He did not know how to stop her from wanting to die. He only said those words to get her back. He didn't mean to hurt her.
" Why?" She stopped and asked in confusion.
" You're still the young madam of the Nangong family. I don't want people to say that the Nangong family forced the young madam to die. Besides, you don't want your memorial tablet to enter the Nangong family after you die, do you?" Seeing that she had finally stopped, Nangong Yi slowly relaxed her tensed nerves.

Answer 1

Writing a novel was a very personal task. It was common to find that one could not continue after writing a paragraph.

The best thing to do in this situation was to stop and re-examine your story to find out where the problem was. It could be due to the plot design, character creation, or writing style.

Then, he could try to solve these problems, re-imagine the story, shape the characters, improve the writing style, and so on. If these problems could be solved, then perhaps he could continue writing.

Of course, if these problems couldn't be solved, he might have to consider giving up the novel and looking for other topics or writing directions.

The most important thing is not to give up easily. Writing is a very interesting task. If you can persevere, you may gain a lot.