/lit/ - Literature

>>22720615
Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>>22659443
>>22659447
>>22659456
Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>>22486064
Thanks for interrupting my writing flow. Now get out.

>>22471289
One, I miss the /wg/ gun meme.
Two, he's a very underrated writer. He doesn't have insane style, but he has some incredibly good paragraphs. This is one of my favorites.
>They slowly descended from their perch. She would not let him help her down and motioning him away arrived in a graceful lump in the soft mud where she sat for an instant, laughing at herself. Then she jumped to her feet and slipped her hand into his, and they tiptoed across the fields, jumping and swinging from dry spot to dry spot. A transcendent delight seemed to sparkle in every pool of water, for the moon had risen and the storm had scurried away into western Maryland. When Eleanor’s arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her—she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes. His paganism soared that night and when she faded out like a gray ghost down the road, a deep singing came out of the fields and filled his way homeward. All night the summer moths flitted in and out of Amory’s window; all night large looming sounds swayed in mystic revery through the silver grain—and he lay awake in the clear darkness.

>>22311692
It really is. We're all gonna make it.

>>22240256
Joyce didn't give up when he was comparing himself to Milton, Dante, and Shakespeare. Don't give up on yourself either.

Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

Anon... I didn't write 2000 words yesterday...
But that doesn't matter, I will keep writing.
I will make it.
I won't give up.
Everyone else is going to make it.
Never stop improving.
Never stop trying.

>I kept writing
>I never turned this gun around on myself
>I killed myself with booze, instead
>But first, I made it
>We can all make it
>Get to work
>Write

>This you will never find on Royal Road:
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
>Nor this:
"Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth--but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour."
>Don't write with amateurs for a pittance; less than hacks post there.
>Shoot for more. Do better.
>Now get to work.
>Write.

>Fucking do it
>Write

>>21910074
You will grow through the pain. You will let critique pass over you like howling wind over a stone, wearing off the imperfections until what remains is only the writer you were meant to be.

>>21894727
>Don't give up
>Do the work
>I forget the rest

>Don't give up.
>Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
>Strive to make the art that will change it all.
>Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
>Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
>Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>Don't give up.
>Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
>Strive to make the art that will change it all.
>Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
>Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
>Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>Don't give up.
>Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
>Strive to make the art that will change it all.
>Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
>Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
>Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>Don't give up.
>Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
>Strive to make the art that will change it all.
>Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
>Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
>Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>>21817949
>>21817967
Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

...even if your personal rock god just passed away...

>>21235269
No you're not.

>>21057078
Don't give up.
Don't allow sadness to crush your spirit.
Strive to make the art that will change it all.
Push back against the failure of culture to maintain its strength.
Drag it kicking and screaming with you, if you have to.
Feel pity if you must. Feel sadness, feel rage, feel hopeless, and feel fury. Then write.

>>21046530
>I'm not gonna make it bros.
Don't give up.
You will be a writer.
You will make it.

>>21031447
Anon wants to be a writer. Every morning he sits down with a coffee, hovers a pen over some paper and stares into space. He has been doing this for ten years. I have been watching him through the window the entire time. He writes almost nothing, and what he does write is awful. Absolute dogshit. But he doesn't give up. He keeps trying. He doesn't put the pen down. I can't get sick of it because he never gives up. I walk right up to the window, heave it open and climb inside. ‘Listen, you,’ I say, smiling brightly at the pen in his hand. He stares at me, wide-eyed. I point at him. ‘You can do it,’ I say, 'you can write. You aren't a failure. Don't give up.’

>>21026828
Somebody will read you.
You may get rich or you may not.
Being a writer can get you laid, but it's not the primary reason you write.
Just keep writing.
You will make it.