/lit/ - Literature

>>21846926
The crawl space was shown her by a friend who was a fan of the missing writer. They met at the mall when she was playing an elf and he was playing Santa.
He's also a schizo who thinks the missing writer's books have secret messages written to him and that they form the final revelation to the trilogy of Old Testament, New Testament and the Testament of Helenius which ties into another plotline about the guy's nextdoor neighbor getting radio messages from someone claiming to be from the future predicting a little girl will go missing on November 18th and will turn up dead on January 13th, and a girl indeed does go missing on November 18th, the little sister of the neighbor's friend, the friend being the object of affection for two other protagonists one of whom is her current boyfriend who works at a video rental store (the story is set in 1992-1993) and sells porn on the side, the other being a kid still in grade school who wants to make comics with his friends and has a crush on the older woman.
It's a lot of moving parts to juggle, is what I'm saying.
Is there actual communication with the future? Several characters believe so and appear to have different avenues to do so, some seemingly scientific, others relating to pagan magic and others to good old divine revelation.
It's going to be a chunky thing by the time it's finished, I'm sitting at 94k words right now and might get up to twice that before I start editing it into a readable shape.

>>19268762
>need money to live
>work takes so much time it's impossible to write
We live in a society

>>17912562
>Any progress on your novels?
Yes, I'm done now. I was never cut out for this but I hid behind the language barrier to avoid criticism for months, maintaining an illusion that was fun to live in while it lasted.
This will be my final post on /lit/. I've been humiliated and exposed as a fraud. My writing is pretentious, infantile, banal drivel. My observations are dull, my language grade school level. My tenses are mixed up, I use colloquialisms, ellipses and onomatopoeia.
I was never cut out for writing. I began writing my "book" on January 6th. Since then I've produced 60 thousand words for it. These words are a tide of garbage without value, without insight, without form. The themes of time, space, infinity, memory and pointless dueling are not present in my work. It was never real writing, it was anime and weebshit.
I have failed. Goodbye.