/lit/ - Literature

Is it just me or is /lit/ getting... better?

At least a little. I've always said that boards go through cycles. They get really good, then they go into the shitter and they're terrible, then there's a leveling period, then the quality starts to tick up again, rinse and repeat.

It seems like /lit/ was really bad for the last two years or so, but lately I think the board's quality has increased. You're seeing more threads about actual books again, as opposed to just posting a philosopher or a current event to have a /pol/-tier discussion. Also I've seen a lot more "I just read a book for the first time in years" threads, which is always heartening.

I wonder if the influx of Zoomers we got over the last few years have finally started to settle in to how /lit/ works. We got a big push and it took time for the dilettantes to leave and the newfags to absorb the flow of the board. Maybe we are starting to reach that point, finally.

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>the latter is still the better option

That's a really good point, Anon. I do have the capacity to publicize it a LITTLE. As I mentioned I do have at least some presence on social media.

And, frankly, shouldn't I believe in the story? It's the great work of my life. It's the thing that all my learning and all my craft as a writer and a poet has built to. It is to me what the Comedy was to Dante, what Ulysses was to Joyce. If I think it's even remotely close to being on the level of those two masterpieces--if I really think it's pretty good--I shouldn't be afraid to set it out into the world, should I?

I have this long, extended story I've been writing since 2020. I feel compelled to write it; driven to write it. Like it's my mission from God to write it. I'm multiple books in now.

My friend who reads it swears I'm a genius, but I can't manage to get the first book published. It's very distressing. I am thinking of serializing it on my blog and promoting it via social media. I have a decent-sized following on a number of the apps.

About nine years ago, my dick stopped working. By which I mean, it did not ejaculate.

It was an unnerving and frightening thing. I would get aroused but nothing would come of it, and nothing would come out. I would get hard, and even feel arousal, but my dick shot absolutely nothing out, even as it climaxed. It was one of the scariest periods of my life. I of course worried I had some terrible illness.

My solution to this problem was to masturbate, masturbate, masturbate some more, multiple times a day. And lo and behold, it worked. I started shooting semen again. Whatever was wrong with me, I managed to cure it.

Of course this swung me hard in the other direction, and now I have a crippling physical dependency on jerking off that I've still not managed to shake, even as I have tried to quit porn and leave my degeneracy behind. It's very disheartening because I feel like I was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and couldn't win no matter what I did.

I have felt the feeling of realizing I was smarter than my professor. It was not a fun feeling.

I'm in graduate school, too, so it was double not-fun. It's not that he was an absolute moron, but when we would talk at length, especially in his office, I would think to myself, "I can articulate these things better and faster than he can; I am having to slow down and take my time a bit, in a way I don't with other professors."

It's so interesting, that moment when the people who are supposed to be your betters are your equals, or less than that, your inferiors. I guess that's part of growing up.