/lit/ - Literature

>>11428167
27-year-old anon here, no gf since college, no prospects, no hope at all. Just got back from a wedding and they sat me at the singles table, away from all my friendos.
I have recently learned not to accept my inevitable loneliness-unto-death but to distract myself from it via books and nothing but. Books imo are the most all-consuming of entertainments. When I read a book, especially a long book, I have for some time an alternate reality that I cannot simply escape by turning of the television or pulling out my headphones.
I read and read fiction and pummel myself with distraction. Once I’ve finished a book, there is a brief window from where I can see the flood of loneliness and desperation rushing toward me, and so I pick up another and read until I forget.

Rather well. My agent has found a publisher. What’s interesting is I’ve gotten a $300,000 advance on the first novel and a contract to write three more “works,” however they must be published as continuing “volumes” using the same premise, characters, storylines, etc. I wanted to be done with this fucking book once and for all, but now I feel I’m stuck in these golden handcuffs for a long, long time.