/lit/ - Literature

>>13924156
Ok ill spoonfeed you
>open libgen dl epub
>in calibre open book
>ctrl f grief related words
voila, problem solved

i touched the noumenon and he made me bleed

>>13273576
I wanted to read him. What the hell does he talk about?

>>13271064
Hey fuck you, I was the one who came up with this sort of shitpost. Stop stealing my ideas.

My ideas can't keep up with my schedule. This is the year I decided to get really serious about my writing, to really dedicate hours of time to it each day, but now I'm emptying my tank too soon and I spend most of this time staring at a blank page.

Before I was only writing every month or so, but this would usually result in a short story being finished. I'm tempted to go back to that because this is pretty heart breaking getting nothing onto the page, the only problem is that the month period could often extend to three or four months if I got too carried away with other shit.

Can someone help me identify why everything I write turns out to be empty? I write nearly every day. I think I've come to the conclusion that I completely lack talent. I can't keep hitting brick walls with so little pay off.

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Lisa laid across her mother’s lap and ran her palms against the grain of her leg hairs. She watched the boys on the paddock run at each other in bright colours as the thud of their boots drew nearer along the ground. Her brother took the tackle bravely on the sideline and the family cheered for him from their picnic mat spread out on the lower end of the grassy hill beneath the curtain figs. He pretended not to hear them and put on a face that said he was too caught up in the action of the game. He trailed after the ruck while gangly, boyish arms dragged at the jerseys of the bigger boys who were always meant to do well in contact sports. The young referee followed the play in a bright pink shirt and blew his whistle sharply to signal a penalty. The boys lined up at his position and packed the scrum, patting each other on the backs like the players on television.

The fold-out tents of local sponsors paraded the sidelines of the South’s Rugby Club. Plump volunteers wore purple polo t-shirts and manned the water dispensers and club equipment behind tattered old clipboards. Lisa wanted to go and play by the trees at the back fence where last time she had found a group of girls who let her play red rover with them, but her mother insisted she stay for the first half of the game at least because her brother had been playing so well and it was important they all get a chance to watch him. Her younger sister Jane was curled up contently beneath their mother’s arm watching the game through glazed over eyes, falling asleep already.

At half-time her mother sent her to out to the car to bring back her wallet so they could all get lunch from the canteen. The adult world around her operated on tall hairy legs at a frequency she was in tune with, and she followed her own feet across the grass by way of the painted sidelines and thin dirt trails that lead from the dressing rooms and storage sheds. By the front gates, Goldsmith Drive led both ways left and right as it always had, but felt somehow inaccessible without her mother and father: the world outside would not be the same if she made her own way on foot. The car had been left in the sun for hours and the heat trapped inside billowed out of it against her skin when she opened the passenger side door. She climbed inside and submerged her skin in the thick hot air and closed the door behind her. She watched the carnival progress quietly through the windshield. No one knew she was watching. It all went on without her. She realised for the first time that she could only ever be sure of herself. She pulled a funny face in the rear-view mirror. No one would ever know she did that. Did everyone do that type of thing when they were alone? She wished she was not so strange.

Where do you submit longer short stories for publication? Every magazine/journal I check has a max limit of like 3000 - 5000 words.

>try to read in the bath
>the steam wilts all the pages
I wanted it to be comfy like in the movies.

>>12112858
Applenigger, I just told you what I want. I want to maximize the learning potential AND freedom of this one human being with technology. But technology betrayed me. Have you read about the subversion of web standards? Do you realize the W3C is not on your side?

>>12112849
Indeed

>>12112855
No u. Allow me to elucidate. "Immersion reading" improves cognition of the text AND your mastery of the language over just reading, or listening to a book on its own. Further, imagine connecting a translated book of this kind with its original text. It holds amazing potential for learning new languages. You nincompoop.

>>10118732
I would but I might lose the desire to take them because of side effects and to improve my creative flow, get hit hard by the withdrawal, start taking some other meds that don't work and eventually hang myself while the family is out shopping