/lit/ - Literature

>have hundreds of pages of a story drafted in my head
>I really like it and want to explore it more
>no time to write it because I'm busy posting a web novel that's nowhere near finished
This is torture.

>Going on a short break because of real life but I'll be back to update soon!
>Last updated July 4 2011
what's its name?

>2200 views on a story so far
>20 comments
>they're all just one guy saying "thanks for the chapter"
Does this fucking thing not provoke a single thought in anybody's head?

I really want to get at least one book traditionally published, if only for my closest people to recognize I'm a legitimate writer, and not just wasting my time playing for fun. The odds of getting published abroad as esl are probably bad, but writing in my native language is also incredibly slow and painful.

Many words are stupidly long, syntax heavy and awkward. I did a comparison out of curiosity and a text body of 250,000 characters converts to about 50,000 words in English, but only to about 30,000 words in my language. This makes it really difficult to estimate if I have enough material for a novel, or if scenes are too short or too long, when I'm more used to writing in English. Goddamn. Maybe I just don't have what it takes.

>>20484658
>Title: an erotic fantasy

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>>19422755
Terminal boredom seems really interesting. Thank you! I've stumbled, multiple times, onto Japanese writers when trying to research this topic. >>19422789 might be, but I still want to read more Japanese authors regarding these subjects, they seem to be experts.

I can't lay my finger on it, but I think somehow Japan has a deep understanding regarding male loneliness. It might have something to do with their over-proportionally up-sized sex entertainment industry, blaring lights, and noise pollution desensitizing its inhabitants to the point of near-total numbness.

>>19422772
Yes! You get what I'm looking for! I shall def read those. Thank you

Not devaluating the other anons, but I need to stay focused on my reading. It should focus on the pleasure and entertainment industry and I'm specifically targeting the male experience. Thank you for all the replies so far!

>>19422782
Yes, make fun of me all you want. I'm an art student not conditioned to highly philosophical literature. This is too much for me, it'd be a waste of time of my production process, trying to understand these books. One must be selective once it comes to suggestions, ideas, directions in research as to not get tangled into a net of never-ending spiraling unintelligible paragraphs of facts and fitbits leading you nowhere in the end. This might all be very enlightening, yet it remains for another time. Maybe when I'm older. Yet, besides, thank you for the suggestion! Please don't take this as a diminution of your efforts.

>>19422919
It's sad, makes one feel like a farm animal getting "milked". Like some asshole is somewhere, far removed from you, rubbing hands, writhing, counting nickles, measuring, clinging on the marble table, and laughing at your cattle-like stupidity.

God fuck, I’m so lonely. I miss my home, I miss my parents.

I’m just a hamster on a wheel, the rat-race, the waging-slave, pigeon stuck in its coup, a debased modern husk of a human being ticking in and out, then ticking in again, sand, then ticking out, and in, and out. ANIMALS! (cockroaches)

I respect my mind and body, especially sexually! I’m not going to consciously be dragged into post-modern, hardcore, fetishised propaganda. I’m not a worm. “Democracy manifest!” Where the hell did I leave my cigarettes? We’re so confused, primitive, and cattle-like.

Cramped like anchovy, interconnected tubes, running underground. A to B, B to A. I hate touching its surfaces. Everything reeks, that smelly smell that smells. It stinks, God it reeks. For fucks sake. They wallow in it, I wallow in it. PIGS! Pig...

Every street corner needs to be filled with hedonistic bombardments of electronic pleasure. Flashing images, bursting with sound. OBEY! The slimmest detection of silence sends everyone into a frenzy, I notice it. We scatter. ANIMALS!

Step 1: Block out vision, no peripheral, concentrate a beam of pure energy directly into eyes, plug in your ears and by God, please don’t make eye contact, please don’t make any God damn fucking eye contact with me you filthy useless sack of shit, you swine, you’re in my way. I see you looking at me! Otherwise i’ll be reminded by the existence of another human being and I might have to grow sympathy. Eyes go too deep. WELLS!

I stare at them purposefully, secretly laughing, I like to make them uncomfortable, somehow I believe I can rip them out of their delusion. Somehow, maybe, I hope, that eventually someone will stare right back at me, straight into my soul, desert, don’t break eye-contact, a real connection, of course that never happens.

Everything’s filthy. GARBAGE! Everyone hates each other and tries to outdo the other, it’s all so artificial. Fake leather and that God awful sound it makes. I spit on the homeless. (I also spit at the mirror every time I see my reflection.)
”They smell of booze, what lowlifes, look at them, useless leaching parasites. Why don’t they just die, we’d be better off without them.” DON’T THINK LIKE THAT!

Then I get home and drink half a bottle of wine (the good stuff) out of sear boredom. “That’s a tasty beverage!” Numb those senses™, have a little shit giggle by myself, fart in the bathtub, do a little naked dance. “HAHA, I’m so funny”. Not because I’m drunk, but because I’ve allowed myself to actually express myself for a second.

“I CAN’T LET ANYONE KNOW, DOH! They must never know. I’d better set an alarm, go to bed early. I should keep up appearances.”

>>19344006
I'm so oppressingly sad and I hate myself for feeling so. I'm a student studying abroad that'll probably get a pampered baby label stuck on him the moment he dares to complain. Please spare me, I'm painfully aware. I come from a small town in Belgium, perfectly located. It's only now that I'm here that I realize how much I love it. I'm so homesick, it's indescribable. Part of it might be that I'm not a city person. Putting me in Brussels might've had a similar, yet diminutive, effect. I'm an extremely reluctant person in asking help or showing sadness or suffering. Yet, after much inner debate, I've naively tried googling a remedy. The first article I find is a top 10 list from "savethestudent.com". Littered with "memes" it tries to pamper towards this corporate, youth stereotype. Which i thoroughly believe I'm not a part of (without divulging onto you my entire life story). It took them one sentence to already start shilling me a product.
>"Give yourself 24 hours, and then pick up a phone and ask your new mates if they fancy a coffee or treat yourself a free Greggs sausage roll with your student discount (because, let's be honest, that solves most problems)."

Already feeling guilty about even in search terms admitting my sadness, reading send me overboard. One of the few places I've found comfort recently is /lit. I know these threads pop up from time to time, so, please. If you have any advice you could give me. Tell me.

And yes, I should probably stop "being a baby" and "man up". I'm just thankful I've so convincingly proven myself what I want in life, that I already know where my happiness lies. Soothe me /lit, if you've got some. I try to not think about my homesickness, not give power to the thought. But even when I shut it out, it's still there. Like a thin blanket of sadness hanging over me constantly. And I have to endure seven more months of this. If I don't find a way to cope with this, I will completely go mad, turn alcohol, drug user or worse.

>>19238522
I’ve got friends, it’s all shallow, it’s just a weight measuring game, dick-swinging competition, dog eat dog world. Hot-dog eating contest?
Im wrong.
I’m being too harsh, they’re nice, they care about me, but they can’t help me, they just don’t understand.
Im wrong.
They’re just naive and stupid and they don’t have it as hard as I do
Im wrong.
I’m lying to myself, it’s hard out here, they must feel the same way as me, they just don’t like showing their ugly side. TWO-FACED! I crack a smile at them...

”Oh hey Mark, OOoooH yes, I’m reading blabla book. Yes really healthy. I know right.”
Big words, BIG WORDS, congruent, lecherous, indignity.
”Oh me? Yes HA HA HA, going to the gym now, body important, understand? YES! Very healthy. I know.”
Temple.
”Yes yes, eating GOOD, cooking SOOOOO good. I love cooking, so great.”
Processed.
“Pulling on what? My weenee?! NO! Hahaha! Maybe once every two weeks. Wink* It IS bad for you, you know?”
Infantile, cuckold porn industry, toxic, emancipation, weak chins.
“MY PHONE? No... superficial human connection, FACE TO FACE! AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT!?”
“...”
“Oh wait, you do that too...” CRUSHED!

I check the lists, I do the tedious little tasks, I do the dance, my ballet, I do it every day like a good little boy, mama is so proud. I’m so graceful. I wash the dishes, I fold the clothes, I sort the trash, I take the shower, I mop the floor. Pat on the back. (I’m so good at this.)

There is only one thing I enjoy doh, it’s a simple man’s hobby, I cut images into synthetic flooring, I spread ink on it, I lay a paper on top of it, I push down on it with a spoon, imperfection. So cloggy, unwieldy and hypnotizingly meditative. Lovingly.

Sometimes I cut myself on accident, I’d never hurt myself behind my desk, it feels so good to bleed, I wish someone would punch me in the face, I think I could do this for the rest of my life. I don’t dare to show them to anyone doh... (Breather)

Eventually, like always, I end up slumped back, eyes fixed, seductive commercial entertainment, what beautiful stories they tell, I can almost imagine living them... thank you Disney, GLOBALISE! “God bless their stupendous gains, production value!”. Leaches, sapping away my hard-earned money, CONSUME! In an endless cycle of earning and spending, spending earning. Spending so I don’t feel so bad earning. Earning so I can justify my spending. INTERLINKED!

“I haven’t seen the fifth season yet, is it good?”
“It isn’t his best role, in my opinion.”
“I THINK THIS IS GOOD, I ENJOY. THIS?! HOWEVER?! IS BAD! NOT GOOD, NO! I HATE YOU FOR NOT ENJOYING WHAT I ENJOY!”
Writhing hands, rake it in, does it sound well when it hits the marble table? RINKLE! KA-CHING! Pocket money.
(2/3)

>>19159912
Now I have to start all over again

The issue isn't even it getting too intelligence. It's already useful enough that the people who hold these tools can harvest and leverage data in such a way that there is a fundamental assymetry in knowledge and information. We're already fucked and it's only gonna get fuckeder.

>>18544605
>this fat asshole has topped official best fantasy book lists.

>>18121819

>The ‘white room’ is a featureless set for which details have yet to be invented — a failure of invention by the author.
>This ‘white room’ opening is generally followed by much earnest pondering of circumstances and useless exposition; all of which can be cut, painlessly.

My story starts with the main character literally resurrected from the dead, how the fuck else would I do it? Labs tend to be white or featureless, I'm not a failure AAAAAAAHHH

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>>17749022
Your professor does nothing, judges do nothing, no one does nothing in the legal profession. Law is a joke field, with midwits as its participants.

>>17749140
There is nothing about the law that can be studied scientifically, any departure from the so called "legal method" (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) eventually falls into a proper science. Just look at what Posner has spent most of his life trying to do: use economics as the foundation of law, because he recognizes that the legal method is nothing but shit flinging retardation. Not that Posner is any less retarded, but at least he doesn't fall for the memes put forward by law schools. When you also mention stuff like "there are things within it that can be studied scientifically" you mean that people can apply social science methods to the law, but that's a given.

>>17672471
>Is having daughters the ultimate cuckoldry?

No, having a boss is. Just think about it for a second. Anyone can immediately see that capitalism, insofar as it creates a managerial class and establishes a corporate hierarchy, is an immense machine for the perpetuation of cucks. When a man goes to work and he has to answer to another man, he is being cuckolded. You can even say that, by the law of transitivity, a man's boss is in control of a man's wife and kids. He who decides on who remains employed and who gets sacked is the de facto sovereign.

>finish Knut Hamsun's Hunger, log it on my Goodreads
>decide to look at his wiki article out of curiosity
>"Hamsun is considered the "leader of the Neo-Romantic revolt at the turn of the 20th century", with works such as Hunger (1890), Mysteries (1892), Pan (1894), and Victoria (1898). His later works—in particular his "Nordland novels"—were influenced by the Norwegian new realism, portraying everyday life in rural Norway and often employing local dialect, irony, and humour."
>realize my review was embarrassingly shallow because I'm a deracinated, ahistorical, atomized individual completely detached from any sort of cultural tradition, literary or otherwise
How to fix this?
And if not possible, how to cope?

>>16856316
>You need to find some friends. Please!

>>16770400
yeah I think thats a big part of the problem

I really need to train myself to write in longer chunks and then edit instead of making each paragraph sound just right

it even happens to me with paper

>>16718656

>pick up a crime story
>expect some modern day sherlock holmes
>or at the very least general police work, investigations and shiet
>crimes are actually just background to some lameass single parent drama and love affairs

>write a scene as planned
>come back to it
>feel it's not good enough
>change the whole approach to more dynamic
>change the background to something flashier
>rewrite the lines, make them funnier, wittier
Aah, when is it good enough? How do I get over the Marvel syndrome that every new thing has to be bigger and better? I'm so tired bros.

>>15898963
Exactly, OP is approaching the work from the perspective of
>duhh depression and alienation = incel book
Kafka manages to write a fantastic short story that builds a dark and interesting world with fantastic characters, that clearly represents the alienation of the individual as a whole.