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10205420 No.10205420 [Reply] [Original]

What are you writing /lit/?

>> No.10205432

this post hehe

>> No.10205441

>>10205432
o shit

>> No.10205442

An updated Catechism of the Catholic Church, visit me in the Vatican if you have any questions

>> No.10205446

>>10205420
A war on terror slash neoliberalism satire with bits from Alice in Wonderland for the YA market. Not sure whether I should split the third book into two movies though.

>> No.10205447

Post snippets and I'll tell you if your stuff is any good.

>> No.10205452

I just finished up an epyllion, or what I'm choosing to call an epyllion at any rate. It was my first stab at narrative poetry, inspired by the class on English Romanticism I'm currently taking for grad school.

I probably won't ever try to get it published. It was more of an experiment than anything else, a first try at something I'd never written before. I think the beginning's a bit of a mess, anyway, but I started to get into the swing of things about a fifth of the way through.

Not sure what I'll write next. Maybe a short story, maybe an essay to get published.

>> No.10205464

Haven't worked on this in a while because meds but when I finish it I hope it's something I can publish. Maybe I'm just being retarded.

"As I was at the store I couldn’t help but notice the array of squids, all palish pink and sad and flaccid, staring out with those huge, black, dead eyes.
I could still remember how my mother’d come home one morning with a squid fresh from the market, how she’d insisted on buying a live one so I could watch the thing perish, how it wriggled its tentacles weakly against her fingers and she laughed saying, “See? See how weak this creature is?” before slicing into it with one clean stroke and leaving it twitching on the cutting board.
I could still recall putting it in my mouth, wanting desperately to spit it back out before my father slammed his fist against the table. When I did swallow I felt so ill I cried, too scared to vomit but knowing that it was inevitable. My mother was in tears, too. My father hit me until I did vomit, all over the rug, and then he hit me some more.
I selected three pieces of fish and went back home."

Here's another part I wrote a bit more recently while I was fucking around.

https://pastebin.com/4pwPqeks

>> No.10205506

Stuck in the fourth chapter a wink gone wrong
i'm afraid my Beach Towel novel won't see the light of day anytime soon

>> No.10205507

>>10205452
Your cock must be huge

>> No.10205508

>>10205464
You write a bit like me, for better or worse. Here's a bit of my project, whatever it is.


"Philip may be a tall man, but even he must be a far cry from bumping his head on this door. It’s old, majestic and robust. I’d say mahogany but I don’t know wood. The handle looks golden, though it appears to be bronze where the hands haven’t touched it for years, I don’t know metals. Philip must be a man preferring style over substance, there’s no doorbell in sight. So I have to knock on this magnificent door to get his attention. Two times I knock, half a minute I wait, no answer. It is admittedly probably quite loud inside, so in order to get someone’s attention I must knock harder, but I don’t really want to - it’s actually kind of painful. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. In reality I really just want to toss the roses in the nearest bin and run for my life. Yet for some reason I knock again, harder, to the rhythm of some old nursery rhyme. 10 seconds later, the door opens. It’s Philip, outfitted with a big smile and fancier clothes than mine - still I couldn’t be more fancily dressed whilst abstaining from expanding my wardrobe."

>> No.10205521

>>10205442
>>10205442
fuck off commie spic

>> No.10205525

>>10205442
Benedict is that you?

>> No.10205528

Anyone who actually writes in the 21st century is not into literature I believe. LARPers. Literature is done.

>> No.10205536

>>10205528
>LARPers
literally why is everyone with a hobby called a fucking larper on 4chins

>> No.10205554

>>10205536
Not everyone with a hobby, just people who attempt to roleplay something they're not. Like people with broadswords, lutes, mead, novels, etc.

>> No.10205574

The Alliance declares itself Pagan; it seeks the resuscitation of historic religions and the substitution of an agricultural society for a techno-industrial society.

Above all it wants the abolition of economic castes and the economic leveling of individuals of both sexes, and to obtain this goal, it demands above all the abolition of the right of inheritance, so that in future all should enjoy their productivity equally. All forms of capital should become the collective property of society as a whole, and should be used only by agricultural associations.

It wants equal means of development for children of either sex, from birth and for life. This will result more and more in the greater natural equality of individuals.

Above all it rejects any political action that does not have as its immediate and direct objective the triumph of international socialism over capitalism.

It recognises that all states of every land should disappear in to a universal union of free agricultural associations.

A real and definite solution to the social question can be found only on the basis of an international solidarity of workers of every land.

In short, it seeks the abolition of a techno-industrial society, the abolition of economic castes, the replacement of private with collective property, educational equality, international socialism and a stateless society.

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>> No.10205592

>>10205579
>19th century gothic

yeah shit like that

>> No.10205606
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>>10205592

>> No.10205614

>>10205420
A Marxist analysis of Dubliners

>> No.10205627

>>10205420
a short story for a stupid contest. best case scenario, i win $6000 and a 10-day residency at a national arts centre

>> No.10205634

>>10205606
>ironic meme posting
yep

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10205663

Today I wrote this crappy poem while I was lying on my bed tryna overcome flu. I don't think I'll do anything out of it, so I'll just leave it here.

>> No.10205664

>>10205536
Because this site's a fucking cesspool filled with teenagers who are the embodiment of the "intelligent, nihilistic, with a wicked sense of humor" copypasta

You have to keep this pseudointellectual guard up at all times, because god forbid anyone actually criticises you, an anonymous poster, on here.

90% of the people on this site are the biggest fucking posers you'll ever meet. Really makes the "LARP" claims ironic when the people making them put on an autistic internet cool guy persona.

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>>10205664
>redditor explains 4chan to 4chan

>> No.10205712

>>10205664
You just discovered water or something mayne. Pretty much everyone into any artistic niche is some motherfucking narcissist.

>> No.10205740

>>10205536
Just another retarded fad that people won't stop repeating without considering what they're saying

>> No.10205803

>>10205420
I have a word doc on my computer where I write fictional conversations. Like if you were at a party walking around eavesdropping

>> No.10205821

>>10205803
That's actually not too bad off a concept desu

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>tfw I spent 20 mins writing this earlier instead of studying for a Diff. Eq. quiz tomorrow and it has no views

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h-ZQ7tun8oCnCgpFYoJXJl6XOQn2b7U6qCweclTDWhQ/edit

>> No.10205854

An academic novel and a short story collection on the law.

>> No.10205894

I'm trying to write rap lyrics that sound like "pure" poetry, what are you on OP?

>> No.10205920

should i write a book about

1. a pornographer in LA in a highly formalist style in a Gordon Lish style
2. A suburban family saga owing debts to Faulkner and Mann
3. A complexly plotted, zany story taking place in the suburbs owing debts to Nabokov and Coen bros.

>> No.10205936

>>10205920
Those all sound kind of gay
I'd say the first one though

>> No.10205946

>>10205936
damn, do they sound gay? They're supposed to be funny

>> No.10205957

>>10205464
I'd read this. I dig your voice.

>> No.10205965

How can I break away from the habit of writing about the same things over and over again?

>> No.10205974

>>10205946
idk maybe it's just the way you worded them, but for real I probably would read the first one, sounds actually quite funny, I was just being an edgelord

>> No.10205981

>>10205974
no I appreciate your honesty. I wouldn't have posted otherwise

>> No.10206117

>>10205803

>>10205821
this. post some my dude

>> No.10206125

>>10205420
I'm trying to write a Brideshead-esque teardown of contemporary college as being obsessed with appearances, pretension, and a constant glorification of poverty-stricken bohemian virtues. It's not going too great because the people I'm modeling the characters on are doing shit too stupid for an audience to believe.

>> No.10206129

>>10206125
>the people I'm modeling the characters on are doing shit too stupid for an audience to believe
please share

>> No.10206148

>>10206129
Ok, quick example. One of the people I know is an art major who actively models himself on Oscar Wilde. To the point where he openly admits he "adopted" bisexuality for the "aesthetic". So I was at the campus bar with him a few weeks ago and he legitimately says, out loud, that Jews can't be raped because they're all rich. A Jewish person sitting at the bar stands up and starts to try to punch him. They're both art majors, so it's exceedingly pathetic. It ends with both of them panting and the wannabe Oscar Wilde running off, saying he'll "Get you back for that."

That's the least weird incident I can remember off the top of my head.

>> No.10206181

>>10205965
write about different things

>> No.10206201

>>10206148
>Jews can't be raped because they're all rich
My fucking sides, holy shit
I would read the fuck out of that book

>> No.10206208

>>10206148
>>10206201
This desu anon, your book sounds funny as fuck

>> No.10206215
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10206215

A romance set in a romanticised new england town

>> No.10206219

>>10206148
Please write this

>> No.10206557

>>10205821
Thanks
>>10206117
It's pretty bad. I'll post some that I like later

>> No.10206578

I'm writing a revisionist version of modern times that everyone will believe is truth in 50 years because the history of a moment is easily forgotten.

>> No.10206592

young adult/new adult fantasy with five plucky heroines. i'm not even joking.

>> No.10206596

>>10206148
It all depends on how antic you want it to be. If you wanted to use that you could go more along the lines of a Confederacy of Dunces rather than brideshead.

>> No.10206614

What are /lit/s way of planning out a book? Do you just keep writing and inventing the story as you write or do have a set and stone Plan?

>> No.10206749

Would appreciate feedback on this if possible....

https://pastebin.com/pXjktabu

>> No.10206763

>>10206614
spend months creating all the characters and settings first and then never actually write a book

>> No.10206774

>>10206749
weak opening
so much info dumping
too many characters
seems like a rough draft

>> No.10206781

>>10206774
It is a rough draft...and also the first thing I've ever written. Do you have any constructive pointers for me

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10206846

>reads Gaddis once

>> No.10206873

Hey /lit/ so far my novel contains three parts written in different ways: A series of journal entries, a series of letters, and then first person narration on the part of the guy who receives the letters.
Is this a bit too much? What d'yall think?

>> No.10206874

>>10205420

Something really weird and off-putting that's probably going to alienate me from my parents. Someone help me think of a pen name.

>> No.10206969
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>>10205420
Story about courtly love, battle fatigue, and the divine right to rule.

>> No.10207071

>>10205447
Dressing all alone, quiet to the tone
Of a sunset

Calmly wind is blowing and your loneliness is showing
On a sunset

Loving just yourself, gazing at an empty shelf
When a sunset

Shatters foolish lies and reminds you of her eyes
Like a sunset

Maybe a cigar, maybe getting in your car, surely driving to the bar, watch the evening from afar, it'll rid you of that thought in the simple-minded lot you can call upon your shoulders

But now you know she's chosen, know the house in which she goes in, isn't near to where you met her, so you send her every letter that the heart can hardly muster, up the strength to write, the duster hangs, inviting

>> No.10207083

>>10206874
Courtney Matheson.

I'm assuming you're a guy, so if you really want to hide your tracks then make your pen-name be the opposite gender to what you are.

Or use a unisex name and drop hints that you're a guy/girl alternately in order to confuse people.

Or just use a string of binary as your pen-name.

Or publish it anonymously.

Or just use your real name. Probably won't be that bad so long as you're not writing child porn or something obviously immoral.

>> No.10207243

>>10205464
Is that a true story with the chick in the movie theatre? what happened?

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>>10205634

>> No.10207280

>>10205420
Well in a discussion with someone online, they told me about how from the ages of 13-20 or so, she had a sexual relationship with her father. The crazy twist is that not only was it consensual but it was the best sex she'd ever had with a man and every man she had been with afterwards just couldn't compare to her dad. I found this story very intriguing. Of course, it's entirely possible she made it all up, in fact it's entirely possible she isn't even truly a 'she', but I found the concept so odd and 'out there' that I asked for all the detail I could think of and wrote down notes so that I could write a book about it. I question whether a book's ever been written in which there's daddy/daughter incest but without it being very rapey and making the daughter hate her dad. Though this woman's father is dead, she seems to still have plenty of respect for him, might even miss him.

That's being put aside though. I want to write something for NaNoWriMo but I want to take my time with this incest novel I started. I set it back in the 80s, having fun researching details of the time and including plenty of references, even looking at photos of students back in the day to see what sort of clothing was popular in the day.

Anyways, what will I write for this November thing? I still don't entirely know, but I think that incest one is going to be quite interesting. I'll probably resume working on that in December.

>> No.10207288

>>10205920
Mix them all. Make the pornographer struggling to straddle the line between work and family, striving for traditional suburban life with wife and kids, but then 'going to the office' every day, working late hours, dealing with the divas, coming up with porn ideas and running them by his wife, drawing out concepts and story boards, make him a millionaire but not totally high up, maybe approached mil, but not like the biggest companies, so more of a seedy company that does really gnarly stuff, pushing boundaries, weird fetishes, and he has to struggle with the girls always trying to flirt with him and offer him themselves and resisting the temptation to cheat.... but who knows what his wife is like, what she would think of that, if he is pushing her to be more experimental in their sex life.... if he invites her to set one day.... and then have one of his pornos, what he has been working on for sometime, magnus opus, win some most prestigious award, so then all the sudden he is flying around the world, invited to interviews, invited to dinners at billionaires homes with his wife, lavish parties, one of his actresses his having rough times so she needs a place to stay and asks if she can stay at his place... interactions with her and the wife and kids while he is at work, they bud relationships.

And you can use your own creativity to come up with detailing the 'magnum opus' porno and even include your own best erotic writing (as we know thats a strong suite for you), and then he crosses some other companies or porno boss, or flirts with someone elses girl, and to get revenge they start to entice his daughter to do porn.

>> No.10207459

>>10205464
wow good writing on /lit/ colour me impressed.

>> No.10207719

obsessive, consuming, transcendent love; an ego consumed; their love unreturned. heat. violence. power.

>> No.10207740

>>10207288
> porn
> prestigious award

>> No.10207747

>>10207740
Have you seen Lemon-Stealing Whores or the masterful work known as Man Pretends to Be Sick So He Can Be Admitted into the Hospital to Be Fucked in the Ass by the Doctor?

Absolutely amazing works, they deserve awards

>> No.10207775

>>10207747
>geg, picks 2 works out of the entire cannon which are lampooned for their low quality

>> No.10207810

>>10207740
>>10207747
And do you really think this little non point you bring up says anything against the rest of the bulk of the good ideas? And are you really not aware that there are many awards given in the porn industry and there are relative levels of prestige of them? (guess I have to explain this too: meaning, different amounts of money involved, attention, greater quantities of people with greater quantities of money involved)

So after that, any other snarky faulty baseless pointless meaningless critiques of my brilliant idea?

>> No.10207811

This colour stuff and gifs seem exactly the same as in 2016...

>> No.10207817

>>10207775
>>10207810
It's joke

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>>10205420
Rap battling robots go on an adventure.

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>>10205420
I've written a 6 stanza poem / short story about a boy who's going through benzodiazepine withdrawal. He and his old weathered father go for a walk in the snowy woods in the dead of winter while he's sick. The heart and soul of the piece is how he gains subtle but powerful encouragement from the flora and fauna around him, specifically the North American Beech Tree; a species which evolved in the tropics but is now trapped in the cold, continuing to hold onto its leaves even in the dead of winter. "It holds on because it remembers what once was, and because it knows what again will be." type of message.
Ultimately it's about the hidden strength in seemingly frail things, and the tremendous power that nature has to heal and uplift the sick.

I'm a filmmaking student and I'm going to direct this piece as a short 6 minute film during my spring semester.

>> No.10208100

>>10205420

I'm writing a novel called Edgelord Wizards of Vector Time - Tales of the Draconomicodex - Part 2 of the legend of ehy-'yauoieahh. It's about a gay nazi who uncovers the secrets of vectorial time, space aliens, magick, and whatever else I think of while I'm writing it.

>> No.10208120

>>10205464
You should have him recognize the squid in his vomit.

>> No.10208239

>>10205508
Philip, buy some fucking doorknockers if you're not going to have a doorbell. What a cunt.

>> No.10208244

2 books about Objectivism, one nonfiction.

>> No.10208285

>Never written anything before
>No idea what to write.
>Put down my first sentence.
>Start writing
>No outline. Just make up things paragraph by paragraph, and let the story live it's own life.
>30k words in
>Think to myself that my writing is fucking terrible, and that I should take a look at what established authors say about writing.
>Everybody mentions talent
>Stop writing

Was worth a try.

>> No.10208286

>>10207931
That actually sounds really interesting. Don’t fuck it up.

>> No.10208307

>>10208285
Yeah some people are naturally gifted at things like observing relationships and communicating ideas in words, but for most people good writing takes years to develop. Your ability to write coherently and in a way that keeps people interested is something that can be improved if you accept criticism for your work, or even if you have a good enough eye and can look over your own stuff. I wouldn't really recommend the latter though, since people tend to either overrate or underrate themselves. If you're naturally talented it just makes the process shorter, but just because you aren't amazing on your first try doesn't mean you can't ever be good.

>> No.10208403

>>10208100
hit me up with that

>> No.10208451

>>10208286
Yeah, conceptualizing and writing is always easy; the execution will be a bit more difficult. The biggest obstacle is casting a middle aged man and an adolescent boy who are decent physical actors. The framing device is that the boy is healed and grown up, remembering back to this time in his life through a voiceover. That way we won't have to worry so much about capturing good audio when it comes to dialogue and can really focus in on the sounds of the environment.
I'll post a Vimeo link to /lit/ once it's done.

>> No.10208458

>>10208451
Nice. But I don’t keep track on /lit/ 24/7...

>> No.10208580

A longterm consensual father/daughter incestuous relationship that the mother is absolutely fine with but does not partake in.

>> No.10208615

>>10208580
You're not supposed to take 'write what you know' literally.

>> No.10208625

>>10208615
You'll have to wait for me to become a father, anon.

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>> No.10208653

>>10205830
have you heard of timecube

>> No.10208658

>>10208642
Stop wasting pages in that lovely muji notebook and write something worthwhile in it.

>> No.10208672

I want to start writing but I don't know how. I have an idea for a novel which I think is interesting. Any tips?

>> No.10208673

>>10208653
What is timecube?

>> No.10208842

>>10208672
What ideas do you have?

>> No.10208849

>>10208673
google it

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>>10208849
My soul has departed from my body and ascended.

>> No.10208987

>>10207243
No lol, if I had a chick rub up on me like that I would blow my rape whistle and start autistically screeching

>> No.10209624

>>10205464
This was awful, awful writing.

>> No.10209636

>>10209624
Yeah, I know I'm pretty shit at writing.
Is there a way I could improve it?

>> No.10209642

>>10209636
He may actually think it's terrible, but as stated previously in this thread, a few don't think so.

>> No.10209651

>>10209636
Read more Nabokov. Not everybody has to write like Nabokov, but if you're already parroting other writers, why not parrot those who could write?

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>>10206578
underrated post

>> No.10209674

>>10209651
How am I parroting? I didn't realize that I was.

>> No.10209705

>>10209674
I guess one can't help but parrot other subconciously. A writer's voice is always a conglomerate of writers antedate

Here is what I did not like.

>huge, black, dead eyes
>how it wriggled its tentacles
>wanting desperately to spit it back out before slammed his fist against the table
those are missed opportunitues of piercing the physical reality with thought and emotion, instead you gliding on the surface of what could be said about that particular moment, with the most obvious vocabulary possible.

>“See? See how weak this creature is?”
>My father hit me until I did vomit, all over the rug, and then he hit me some more.
This is not very subtle and too quick of an accelaration to be this dramatic. There is no elegant way to escalate the action in a few sentences, don't do it, it reads awkward

>> No.10209734

>>10209705
Ah, ok, sorry about that

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>>10208910
The /k/ube is better. All hail the /k/ube. May It bless us with much ammunition so as to vanquish our foes and restore much peace and cosmoline to the world. In /k/ube we pray... a-mmo.

>> No.10210086

>>10208910
>tfw he's dead

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http://amazon.com/authors/maxwannow

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A novel told from the perspective of a druggie in the mid 2000's who gets really into political activism, with overarching themes of hedonism, consumerism, and failed self-redemption.

>> No.10210364

>>10210205
on a scale of 1-100 how awesome of a writer are you?

>> No.10210395

I'm working on a short story/novella(I'm not sure how long it needs to be yet) about a woman's unconscious disgust with herself manifesting as a stench she can't get rid of. I'm just trying to block out the story and then I wanna rewrite it slowly with better prose.

I don't know what I'll do with it once it's done.

>> No.10210405

>>10210395
Is she the only one who can smell it or does the stench actually manifest in reality?

>> No.10210413

>>10205452
post it if your not scared of real criticism

>> No.10210422

>>10210405
She's the only one.

>> No.10210451

>>10210364
at least 80

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Short story about the death of a Gladiator.

>> No.10210694

The white CNN reporter says we're living in “very emotional times”.

He's speaking from the television, I think. It's difficult to work things out in the rainbow grey overlap between sleep and waking.

I stare at the altar from which he preaches and I wonder what he'd sound like if I were to meet him in person. Do you think his voice is different when synthesised through television reception and wires? When it passes through equations of electrical physics we only vaguely understand?

A lot of life is invisible if you want it to be. There's a whole world of wires in my television I know nothing about.

When was the last time I looked beyond the blurb?

In reality his voice is probably steady, but the bad reception on my television coats his voice in a layer of fuzz making him sound like he has a nagging cough or – more likely - that he's about to malfunction. The static is bleeding out over my room, lending itself as a sickly light source over the wooden floors and carefully disarranged furniture. The greyness of the television seems to extend outwards towards the fog that is hugging my apartment window; when I'm sleepy I mistake the window for the television for a couple of seconds.

From my mattress my apartment looks as though it is submerged in murky water. I had a dream once that the TV had a crack in it and it started to bleed out water all over my room. I didn't know how to suture the wound in my television, luckily I woke up before I drowned.

If this happened in real life I'd imagine my bed would act as a boat, a blanket ridden vessel on a grey sea. It would weave in between the borders, in the microscopic overlap between the wooden vessel of man and nature's temper, in a sea entombed by four concrete walls.

The TV is moving through a cycle of Trump's face and the riots in Venezuela and electric cars and pictures of cartoon frogs and whether there's enough women in tech and whether there's an over-prescription of SSRI's and if sanctions are going far enough in North Korea and eventually it all looks the same.

My television would make a shitty lighthouse, I think. The light would oscillate between too bright and too dim, the words it'd echo would become increasingly confusing and my frustration would nullify my sea legs. I would follow the flickering light through the waters of my apartment, but I would only end up lost in the repetition of it all.

I flick my tongue against my teeth and pray that I'm present.

I change the channel.

Now, the white BBC reporter says we're living in “very turbulent times”.

I'm surprised he's not smiling. Turbulence is his currency.

I sail and doze between the fringes of things and grow scurvied by my stasis.

I turn off the TV and sink.

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>>10205420

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>>10205420
How to begin writing? I have ideas for the plot but I just can't kick it into gear.

>> No.10210882

>>10210451
noice, want to collaborate on a piece of writing together? derndernit123 @ gmail com

>> No.10211411

A screenplay, and a short, weird fiction story.

>> No.10211430

>>10210694
I enjoyed your prose style and the nautical metaphors, but please write about something more interesting next time. Good job tho, you got potential imo

>> No.10211433

>>10210859
just write anon, write first edit later

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>>10210882
Fuck no

>> No.10211612

>>10211430
Thanks, anon.

I managed to get this piece published as a flash fiction in a local journal, which I'm excited about! I see what you mean about the actual content being boring, though. Sometimes, in an attempt to make my writing seem more "real" and barebones, I slip into the mundane. Thanks for your kind words and advice.

If I'm being honest, it was nice to see an anonymous source dug the prose style. Everyone I know who read it enjoyed it, but I was convinced they were just being nice.

Funny how that happens, anonymity trumping the opinion of people you know.

>> No.10211719

>>10205446
Disgusting.

>> No.10211721

>>10210859
Start keeping a writing journal. Every day, write in it nonstop for a 15 minute period about any subject.

>> No.10211735

>>10206125
>>10206148
Do it.

>> No.10211774

A fractured narrative based on my experience as a camp counselor.

>> No.10211984

>>10210859
If you have an idea for a plot, then write a summary mentioning what elements you want to add to each scene, then use the summary to see if there's plot holes or shit that can be cut, and then start writing scenes based on the summary you made. That's the way I start, at least.

>> No.10212144

>>10211612
I mean, I liked the mood and the setting, and I'm guessing that the idea to keep it barebones intentionally adds to the feeling of "drifting and sinking" of the story. But since you clearly can write, I'd like to see you try your hand at a story wih more narrative, conflict, action... Either make your character want something, or make something happen to him.

Dunno if you have read Bolaño (I'm guessing you might have because the "my television would make a shitty lighthouse" sounds like something he could have wrote word for word) but he's great for this kind of shit IMO. His characters are always either doing or planning to do, yet his writing conveys a sense of fatigue and defeat just like your short. Both are not mutually exclusive.

Congrats on your publication, and by all means keep on writing anon.

>> No.10212174

Short stories (20 to 50 pages). Mostly Psycho, Horror style.
Problem is I can´t keep up a constant work flow. Just dragging it along for a long time, constantly changing and "improving" old things instead of just going on. And I never can decide whether my writing is good or not. Sometimes I think it is really good, a few days later the same part seems stale, uninspired and boring.
Anyone else having the problem?

>> No.10212335

I have the problem of imagining a myriad of concepts, ideas people seem to respond well to, but I can't for the life of me come up with an actual story; a succession of scenes; a beginning, middle, and end.
How do I get past this?

>> No.10212422

>>10212335
Currently I am reading "In search of lost time" by Marcel Proust. Absolutely madman, wrote 17 years on it, 7 books, 5000 pages, high literature.
Anyways, the most interesting thing was the way he wrote. He had concepts in his mind, scenes, ideas, persons, whatever, and just wrote them down, one by one. Then he just started to connect them, interline them with each other until he had a complete story.
Maybe try the same? Get an empty book and jsut start to write. Mark every, lets call it "chapter" with a very breif summary and then go on. The interlink between the stories will come naturally after a time.

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Follow Hormar the barbarian warrior and Claea the sultry priestess as they slay and lay their way across the land. Vicious enemies and stalwart friends meet their destinies in this tale of high adventure.

Available on the Pirate Bay
/torrent/18848116/Hormar_and_Claea_Epub

>> No.10212892

>>10205464
It's so good I want to blow you

>> No.10213009

How the hell do some authors take one basic idea that can be summarized in a short sentence and stretch it into a whole book or book series, where nothing feels off or unnecessary and it's all linked and relevant to this one-phrase idea anyway?
Sometimes I write down stuff, I feel like it's complete, full and that adding anything would be worthless padding. That comes after a few pages, rarely a couple dozens.

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I want to write a psychedelic satirical adventure/mystery book in the vain of Hunter S. Thompson and Robert Anton Wilson but I've only ever written essays and 4chan posts.

>> No.10213022

>>10213009
Because you only explore your own thoughts about an idea. Or your ideas aren't worth exploring more in depth.

>> No.10213027

>>10213014
Don't bother. If you had a story you wanted to tell, you would already be writing it. It's all talent and practice.

>> No.10214138

>>10213022
Yeah, I'm pretty much a moron.

>> No.10214152

>>10206763
Years, anon. Not months

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I get extremely nauseous whenever I read while on the bus, the train, the plane etc...

Shall I just end it now? Pic unrelated.

>> No.10216208

A romance novel about a man who is after a bad break-up with a fiance who ends up in a strange relationship with a teenage boy.

>> No.10216263

>>10216208
do they have gay buttsex

>> No.10216306

>>10216263
More than likely they will, yeah.

>> No.10216316

>>10216306
does the ex find out and then get super pissed and attempt suicide cause her puss was so bad it made her hubby turn gay

>> No.10216427

>>10216316
no, at first she tries to win the guy back, after her ride around the cock carousel begins to disappoint her, but then after being unable to persuade her ex, she attempts to steal the young boys heart figuratively, and then literally

>> No.10216468

>>10216427
is that a homage to snow white or pure coincidence? who am i kidding, the latter just doesn't exist

i'd read it; do you have any excerpts of the actual text up?

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A teen book about a goth kid working at a truck stop in a small Kentucky town who must endure not only growing pains but encounters with a desperate pair of bank robbers, a vampire girl who’s been sleeping since 1890, and a trigger happy meth head wigger looking for easy cash.

And Jerry mathers Stars as the beaver.

>> No.10216499

>>10216468
what about it relates to snow white?

I made up that last response pretending to be the person you were talking to, but don't you think they should run with it?

>> No.10216926

>>10216316
I don't know, hadn't considered writing the woman back in, but I dare say she might make an appearance. Dunno how she'll take it, if she even finds out. I guess I'll have to address the aspect of him 'coming out' too. I'm more of a discovery writer than an outline writer. I just go with it and see where the story takes me.

>>10216427
>cock carousel
Do you watch Terrence Popp too? I've never heard anyone use that term but him.

>>10216468
I'm not >>10216427 by the way. I'm the guy who's actually writing the gay thing.

>>10216499
Yeah, like he says, not me. As for me running with the woman having a major part, I don't think so. She'd probably end up being a huge bitch and trying to ruin his reputation, perhaps even being successful and resulting in him losing friends and his business suffering, could even result in suicide or a murder/suicide or perhaps even a Romero/Juliette shared suicide between lovers. For some reason I tend to go for sad or relatively unhappy endings instead of happy ones. I mean, shit, the boy could end up getting beaten to death by some gay bashers in a back-alley sometime after an unfortunate argument with his new boyfriend which results in him finding out and committing suicide. I never know how dark things can go.

>> No.10216955

>>10216926
I merely thought it a nifty idea that the girl tries to steal the young boys love, to get back at her ex who has found new interest in the teen boy.

Maybe even she succeeds and then they have a secret relationship and the boy is caught in the middle.

From there maybe the girl and guy can get back together after finding out about the situation.

Or, they all become a polyamorous couple.

Or, the girl successfully steals the boy away from her ex.

Or yea, you can just focus on the guy and the teen.

>> No.10217007

>>10216955
Yeah, nah, the chick isn't going to stick around. She was his fiance and ditched him; if I were him, i wouldn't take her back.

>> No.10218307

>>10208642
you seem really sad

>> No.10218421

>>10216427
would actually read this. it seems increasingly relevant in this time of existential despair, aimless feminism, and a desperate need for greek pederasty to be reintroduced to society

>> No.10218445

>>10208100
I unironically want to read this it sounds hilarious

>> No.10218456

>>10205528
I think you're right, but I also think it's historical revisionism to think humanity hasn't always been like this. We just see the best works from the past, not the droves that didn't make the cut.

>> No.10218460

Romance, because i'm a lonely faggot and to get over my "phobia" of putting any of my thoughts on paper

>> No.10218508

>>10205420
A trash fantasy novel. Political and social commentary fucking bore me, I just want to dive into my subconscious desires and manifest it into a batshit crazy story that only barely makes sense but is at least fun to read.

>> No.10218602

I made myself a prompt, I don't know how to go from here but this is what I wrote:

"The father trudges on every day to work, as if facing a losing battle that they never expected would happen. All the while, the mother weeps in the corner every night as she stares at the last picture of the son that has long been gone.

Months have passed as their hearts still could not recover, after all who really can? The sudden disappearance of your only offspring who you thought was going to eventually get out of the self-induced hell that he found himself would not only hurt, but would also systematically destroy whatever pre-existing confidence in their parenting skills.

They would think of the things that they should’ve done, be paranoid about the non-existent signs of why their son vanished without any warning nor any sort of evidence.

As the authorities stopped caring, so too did their any hope in finding their son. The only thing that kept them together was their intense need to stick together, after all they found themselves painfully in tuned with each other’s sorrow and pain.

He’d keep blaming himself, saying that he should have done something sooner that he should have been more proactive about bringing out his kid out of his self-made hellhole. She’d get angry, not at him but at herself, saying things like she was the one that made this mess in the first place and that her inactivity is what caused it.

All they have is that they continue to be together, that the passion that they have for each other will stay true and keep guiding them."

I don't know whether to make this a Psychological Drama or a Mystery to find out about what happened to their son.

>> No.10219151

Honors thesis on journalistic objectivity via literary criticism

>> No.10219226

>>10205536

It's not just hobbies but also ideologies. Everything is farcical. Nothing is legitimate. At least, this is what people who use that term think. Anybody with deeper convictions or greater passions than them must be playing pretend, they don't care about things so why should you?

>> No.10219229

>>10205420
A thing about an actress and a recluse, full of apocalyptic imagery and themes

>> No.10219246

>>10208642
What a colossal waste of paper, both in content and formatting. Also it's spelled "loneliness."

>> No.10219282

>>10205420
The next novel in my space opera series so I have more money for Christmas shopping

>> No.10219288

>>10208672
Start writing from the beginning of your story and write through to the end. Try to work as fast as possible, leaving little time for self-doubt. Accept that no matter how much you try to polish it the first time through, you WILL have to go back and add, remove, and change a lot to get something cohesive. And most of all, write every day, even if you can only have time for a few sentences. Each word written is a word closer to a completed draft.

And don't worry about fucking up your precious idea with sloppy execution. Ideas are cheap and the only way to learn how to write a novel is to do it.

>> No.10219313

>>10219288
Not him, but actually good advice. This weekend I'm going to drink until I'm not self-conscious and write as much as I can.
I used to just do this as a kid, write and write until I'm done and then go back for hours and check everything. It's great. It's like carving wood. You don't start with a log and start carving super intricate details right away and keep going slowly over the whole thing; you cut out the basic shape, then carve it, then fix the details, sand, sand, sand, and fix some more.

>> No.10219439

>>10208672
just start writing anything even if you think it sucks. read this. you need to create a lot of shit then fine tune it to something good

https://wrd.as.uky.edu/sites/default/files/1-Shitty%20First%20Drafts.pdf

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Teen novel.

>> No.10219578

>>10212144
Thanks, anon.

I'm building my way up, slowly. I have a larger short story idea I'm working on, so hopefully I'll get that done (it should be 15,000-20,000 words or so). Problem is, it takes me a while to write, I always spend a while editing things down to their bare essentials.

Have you shared any of your writing here? Link me, mane.

>> No.10219594

“Now this, this is a gorgeous photo of you. Look at you, you look so young!”

Watching my mother rummage through boxes of old photographs has always filled me with a peculiar kind of anxiety. As the photos are looked at, smiled upon and placed to one side they ordinarily form a collaged timeline across the floor. A collage of people – both alive and dead – staring outwardly at a future they knew nothing of, with us presently looking back at a past that we knew even less about.

This time, however, my mother seems to be organising photos into piles.

I prefer photos where you can tell the smile isn’t put on; I think my mother likes photos from my school days for this reason, too. She always talks about these photos with the same kind of nostalgia.

“You always did suit that school uniform, you were broken hearted when you went to secondary school and had to change it. I remember you complained that it felt ‘like a costume’. You’ve always been a dramatic boy” she says, digging out an old school photo.
I smile, half-pretending I remember.

Thinking back to those days is like watching a roll of film that’s been left out in the sun.

Watching her reminds me of a documentary I saw on the television once about African children foraging for gold in the warm mud. The children would spend hours picking away at rocks with their fingers, running their hands through the onyx undergrowth. Bits of gold shone like stars for a moment before being plucked out of existence and melted down into vanities.

She carefully peeled away photos of me from an array of albums and set them to one side. It was as if someone was mining for evidence, digging into my temporal lobe for dirty clumps of memory. I remember that documentary mentioned that cave-ins in those African gold mines are becoming more and more prevalent. They showed footage of one and I thought it looked like Earth was lobotomising itself.

>> No.10219608

>>10219594

The man on the radio is mumbling through static incoherently as my mother puts a photo on my lap. I look at the photo and take a while to recognise that I’m looking at a photo of myself, albeit with two teeth missing.

I’m probably around seven years old judging by my missing teeth. I looked wide-eyed and cow-licked, my brown eyes obstructed by red-eye on the lens. . I remember my dad mowed the garden that day and the smell of moss hung in the air. Everything felt a little more alive back then, even the breeze.

I press my tongue against my two front teeth and try to remember what it’s like not to have them.

My eyes keep drawing to my father’s smile. Instinctively I place my thumb over my dad’s face and imagine deleting him from the photograph. If only this was computer code, I think, before being interrupted by a loud feedback from the radio.

My mother still has a Sony ICF-1100D radio from 1971 with the antennae bandaged in tape. Some wires on the power plug hang out like biotechnological cartilage. Sometimes it gets faulty and sounds like it’s screaming.

“You should really get a new radio, Mam. You can even use your smartph-“

“No, there’s no need to replace what’s good, boy”.

My mother seemed annoyed at my interruption, so I offered to put the kettle on. I find it funny that this is a common form of apology, a mere flick of a switch.

As I left the living room I noticed a small strip of negatives were left on the floor. They probably fell out of one of the albums. I picked the negatives up off the floor in an almost robotic, automated motion; there’s something magnetic about these photos, I think.

I fiddle with it in my hands as I enter the kitchen.

The kitchen is a time capsule. If stasis were a smell the kitchen would reek of it. Nothing has really changed here since dad died. His memory is catacombed between the woodchip wallpaper and tea-stained porcelain, suspended in the static background of the broken radio’s chatter.

I popped the kettle on before staring down at the strip of negatives. There were numerous polarised depictions of parties, summer nights, old childhood friends and the like. Something about the film felt extraordinary.

I focused in on a group photo of people I didn’t recognise. I scanned the photo and managed to make out the recognisable face of my father in the corner of the group, looking away from the camera, his smile barely visible in the murky artificial dye of the strip.

The kettle is approaching boiling point.

I strained my eyes a little more as it was difficult to make out details on the film; the photographs looked rusty as if years of degradation had chipped away at them.

Dad looked young, around my age. Our smiles look similar when we aren’t putting them on, I think.

>> No.10219609

It concerns 20th-century Japanese literature, two different museums of fossils, and Prop 13 reform.
It's a comedy.

>> No.10219613

>>10219608
His face became blurred suddenly by an unannounced tear. The tear dropped from my face, rolled down the strip slowly and shifted colour from a clear transparency to the silvery brown of film. As it flowed down the strip the tear almost looked metallic.

If robots could cry they would cry in negative.
I put the film to one side.

In the future I will be able to Photoshop my memories. In the future I will be able to edit out the bad parts.. In the future I will be anaesthetised to the claw of memory. In the future I will be able to forget.

I felt steam touch my face as the kettle let out a scream.

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Honestly? Right now I'm writing erotic fairy-on-woodsman action as a present for my girlfriend

>> No.10220186

>>10205420
How edgy does this sound?
"Being depressed always seems like the sensible choice because truly there is no purpose in our lives beyond participating in this rat race that is evolution and procreation, no cause is bestowed upon us. The moment we are ejected from our mothers womb we are born to suffer and to die. Nothing that can take this knowledge away once it is gained- what remains: only the will to become greater than that, to become larger than life and find purpose in the purposelessness. To experience transcendentality, which in the end might relief us from the pain borne inside of each and everyone that trembles along the rocky path to salvation."

>> No.10220250

>>10220186
sounds like a white middle class teen's diary or a John Green novel

>> No.10220268

>>10218307
I'm alright

>> No.10220296

>>10205420
trying to write a poem can't seem to be atisfied with it

>> No.10220303

>>10220250
lmao, thanks for the honesty at least. What should one do to get into writing? Just writing will probably not cut it right?

>> No.10220317

im trying to think of a good idea for a book about the degraded state of femininity with overall nostalgic tones, but that it isnt cringy or clichee

any advice?

>> No.10220335

>>10220303
stop writing about yourself and your depression. start writing something interesting to readers. sorry no one cares about your diary musings and memoir; they want interesting characters doing interesting things and some mystery/conflict/intrigue. if you mean getting into writing as in having others read and enjoy your stuff, it depends on what you want to write. find a reasonably popular genre and study what people like to read. if you're just writing for yourself, you will only have an audience of one. if you actually want to be an author give people want they want, not what you want

>> No.10220361

>>10220335
I dont know what it is but the elitism on this website really wants me to get better at stuff, has always been this way.
Thanks for the attention bro, well, I meant how to get into it as in "is there any proven path to becoming an author" I mean like on /ic/ or /fit/ where there are fundamental truths to be learned.

>> No.10220364

>>10220335
>start writing something interesting to readers
back to redit my man

>> No.10220377

>>10220361
the msot important thing is to write for the sake of art and beauty and for others

are you seriously going to base your writing on tastes of a bunch of talentless mindless drones that exist only to perpetuate the vicious circle led by their animalistic instincts, devoid of any real meaning or beauty
fuck them and fuck what they think,

>> No.10220385

>>10220377
i meant: the most important thing is to write for the sake of art and beauty and NOT for others*

corrected

>> No.10220390

>>10220361
I told you the fundamental truth if you want to be an author that other people want to read. you give them what the fuck they want. do you really expect people to give you attention or money for shit they don't want? pick a fucking genre people actually read and pay for, study why it works, and do that. there's nothing more fundamental to it.

>> No.10220417

>>10206215
Yo, same. Except one of the people in the relationship is a dragon.

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>>10219246

>> No.10220838

>>10220361
The only proven path to becoming an author is to write a good book. If your book is good, then people who read books will like your book and want to buy it. Become a person who reads books, primarily by reading a lot of books, though any life experience will enrich your reading experience. Then all you have to do is write a book that you yourself would want to read, and it will be good.

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>have 12 separate ideas for novels
>also have 5 full albums of music to record
>also have a relationship that I have to maintain
>also have a shit job that I have to work to pay the bills
>tfw most of my days are wasted on 4chan instead
>tfw constantly feel like I'm better than everyone else when in actuality I haven't even written anything since May

>> No.10220907

>>10220838
I should add that of course there are fundamentals to writing, but you already know most of them them. Unlike art or personal fitness, grammar and composition are part of the basic curriculum that every child learns in school and have been for centuries.

>> No.10220966

I think this is a good place to ask, if not please tell me where to go. I tend to write to the point but I want to write with more "substance" like you'd read from great writers. Any advice?

>> No.10222000

His alarm went off. From then, until he raised himself up, was nearly two hours, and another two until he was out of bed. Simon showered half-asleep, borne out of routine, and returned wetheaded to his bedroom, to lie again. It was 2 P.M. when he pulled himself up to leave the house. He worked at 3, but spent the hour beforehand milling between his shoddy apartment and the 10 blocks that separated him from his office job. This hour was the most tense, for it bore him into work, and to the Automatic, the routine he dreaded but kept timely 5 days of the week. He wondered if, at 22-years-old, he was making the best of his time. He thought he might be better off vagrant, kicking dust in another part of the world that wouldn't draw out 40 hours of the week from him in agonizing portions. This thought was quickly replaced when he picked up a can of coffee at the corner. Instead, now, his head was an empty warmth, a buzzing space that he could reside in at work without too much worry. Simon sighed to himself.

>> No.10222053

>>10205464
Your mother character seems like the edgy type in a bad way.

>> No.10222084

>>10205420


1) Philosophical dialectic embedded in historical fiction

2) graphically violent and tactically sound fiction about a man unwavering an illicit finance group that is financed by the governmental wealthy.

3) Story dissecting biblical narrative to make a cosmic horror that challenges common interpretation.

4) Story about a patient and their exploration of mind, to reduce cognition and consciousness to a fictional map of consideration.

5) Story about an old soldier, disregarded by the healthcare system, and uses his skills to expose the systems flaws.

6) Story about a young man going to college, whom no one has a clue as to his formal past, as he looks young but seems to know a little more than the average fellow, and acts in ways that appears as mental magic.

9) story about a man who spent his whole life chasing the ineptitude of his gestated youth.


The purpose of so many stories in the works [some are finished]. They are intended to be released as packs, related to interest and philosophical topic; while also being sold solo.

>> No.10222092

>>10222084


I said finished, I have stories finished. these are almost finished, and the word i was looking for is 'unraveled' (spell check),

>> No.10222145

>>10212174
Ya, I’m in the same boat.

>> No.10222147

I have these ideas I’ve been putting down, but I feel like I can’t write them because their genre.

>> No.10222153

>>10222147
try it

>> No.10222159

>>10205663
go back to mexico

>> No.10222173

>>10222153
Try writing the ideas, or non genre?

>> No.10222179

Currently revising the first draft of my third novel.

>> No.10223115

>>10222179
Awesome, got the first two self-published? No reason not to, really. A bit of money, some reviews, perhaps even garner a few early fans; you can still pursue traditional publishing of course but that takes months or years. I've been self-published for a little over a year and I've made hundreds of dollars.

>> No.10223664

>>10205420
i shitpost on /bant/

>> No.10224492

>>10216492
do the goth kid and the vampire hook up?

>> No.10224685

I am Chicken Scratches.

>> No.10224730

>>10207071
I liked it, anon

>> No.10225264

>>10210422
It would actually be more interesting if other people could smell it too.

>> No.10225443

Working on plotting, outlining, and characterizing my first novel. It's genre fiction I suppose, but I am taking great lengths to kind of make it a different flavor to anything else I have ever experienced. I really want to try and bring esotericism into a nightmarish modern-industrial world with lots of brutalist architecture, poverty, conspiracy, etc. I want the main themes to be about taking back and controlling the individual will from outside influencers, morality of love, conquering anxiety, spiritual strength, honor, etc. I am trying to create a world where the upper class control the zeitgeist through very abstract and esoteric means, somewhat involving ancient occultism, and the average individual being trapped in a constant circular hell of repetition until death. This being a great injustice to the entire region, the main character breaks the spell of what it means to be human according to his surroundings, and becomes a warrior.

>> No.10225468

The mornings flock onward like geese at first chill,
Perpetuating the alarm that arises the dead
Drowned in a DMT induced wasteland from where no sorrow is found.

The recess of my mind writhes in correndence with
The word,
The line,
The way,
But there isnt one at
All times.

I would like to live
Without life,
Perhaps that is what is upon me now.
Not having fun,
Not enjoying anyone,
Or
Anything,
Cradled by my insecurities i transpire into a cockroach and scramble at light break,
Betwixt the pillars of the community.

The pay does not meet where i stand amongst the steeples of headstrong men,
Gaining and,
Taking,
What just very well may be
Rightfully theirs.

Always understanding where my next foot goes,
I vomit into the sink of Humanity,
Sick and
Tired of regurgitated psuedo-philosophy that no one dares understand but hath read once.

I am alone,
And
You are alone,
But maybe,
This one time
We are alone
Together.

>> No.10225472

>>10225468
Correspondence*
Also, please critique.

>> No.10225661

>>10225468
Please give feedback

>> No.10226153

its about a priest who is basically jesus but greedy and ends up helping people by making the confront their inner demons involuntarily but his methods are pretty shitty and his execution is fairly justified tbqh

>> No.10226198

>>10205420
We're never reaching the stars man. We're all going to die here.

>> No.10226205

Anyone here was ever published?
I just started wondering, what happened to your old self-published novels when you find a publisher? Do they buy some of those too, edit them professionally and re-release them? After all if you self-publish, you own the rights, so you can just sell them easily, right?

>> No.10226225

>>10205420
im currently gathering my thoughts into some poems, and i then plan to combine them into some sort of coherent essay on perception

>> No.10226234

Touhou fanfiction.

>> No.10226284

>>10226205
if by published you mean slipping homemade copies of my book onto library shelves then yes

>> No.10226287

>>10205508
is that about a grill bringing flowers to a rich guy?

>> No.10226297

>>10226205
Why would they buy your back-catalogue? They're not going to be interested unless you turn into a superstar or something.

>> No.10226323

>>10205528
literature evolved from accounting and sacred into twitter and design by committee
greentext & copypasta are the new avant-garde and maybe literature's freshest nowadays

>> No.10226428

>>10207740
pretty sure you'll find people being proud of their AVN Award for Most Outrageous Sex Scene desu
I would
>Lemon-Stealing Whores
classic

>> No.10226447
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10226447

>>10205920
>>10207288
this is cool!
plz someone do it
i wish /lit/ would be able to work on some collaborative work in that vein tb឴h fa឴m

>> No.10226450

>>10205830
4th dimension is time, dude

>> No.10226466

>>10210694
i'm with >>10211430
you should write about this >>10205920
tb឴h fa឴m desu

>> No.10226468

>>10206614
see >>10205920

>> No.10226469

>>10226450
I was talking about the 4th spatial dimension you faggot, not time dimensions. Take any math/physics course above high school level and you'll find discussion of higher-level spatial dimensions.

>> No.10226471

>>10226469
I feel like you don't understand dimensions.

>> No.10226472
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10226472

Is this a write whats on your mind surrogate thread?

This is nonsense and pathetic but I had to get something out, haven't written in years, starting again maybe, had to put it somewhere

Not ready yet for that. Could do an I remember but wow that was annoying back then. They were probably not good. Nostalgia? Trying to reconnect with that time. That can’t be all of it. The difference is now I have to actually do something, where in youth there is nothing asked of you. I keep coming back to those two years. I had thought two years as junior/senior year but if we count the calendar days a different picture is presented. Move from probably around October junior year to one year later, then to about a year and a month of two later December 2013. That supreme failure probably the culmination of those two years. The logical conclusion. Of course that makes sense now, for now. I certainly am not the same as then or even as the year after that. Or the one after that, or the sixth months after that. This current self was born winter 2016. Born then starved for time after that. Fed oxy and whiskey, then weaned in kind. Finding more breakpoints in time…a sick stomach, locked in the room for two days recovering too more. Bought time to study, on return take quite a good exam. Tired of wasting time, undeserved respect maybe. Mostly Thomas, and geometry. He moves deftly between admonishment and friendship. If not for geometry then would have died in the swamp of two bennett classes, and narcoleptic french and...

>> No.10226473

>>10219288
i love you

>> No.10226476
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10226476

>>10226472
Not enough to save the semester though, probably, but the beginning of the rest of everything. Resurgent discipline, sweating on the floor, pooling, the broad shoulders retruning, stone faced at the wall. That first time, what body is this, so weak, and shaking. I remember that my scent at the top not long into the session, sure hadn’t showered in a day or so but it was fear. That looking down, shivering fall to the mat defeated. Indeed that breakpoint, a v3? with red holds. Hung like a base relief, leg out in the air, a push pull swing to the next, switch feet, up and the top. Only two moves but a flash of the old form. Flash indeed, only done once or twice. Is this the ascetic phase? that was the root. Those nights that warm summer feel even in the cool air. Driving, flying, over the mountains. Once a week all it took to become comfortable on the wall again, not good but comfortable. Poised, that first v5. An ideal one for me. Not quite explosive but powerful and dynamic at the start, first move across then up. Mantle up then breathe, hold it all together and reach out. The one nub for a toe, and that slim crimp at the top. Sliding sliding slowly up the wall, untill the arm comes out and around clamping the top hold. What a catalogue of roots in memory. Surely enough for another entry. The point being that spring/winter was the beginning of the ascetic time. Without admitting it that was the idea behind the hair always. Silence in the field. Humid days with it draped over my face. Work in the dust, come home and slog it out on the road. Hot hot days, steaming down main street. And Lena. Im not sure how I began to eat out so much. What was that trying to combat. On some level not wanting to go to the caf probably but not mostly. Offshoot of suddenly having money. Really a bizarre four years what a ridiculious simplifcation but i cannot help but repeat that. That first year surrounded by stale smoke. Even a desire to return to that spring semester. Unbelievable to have that D in phsyics after the second chance. I would apologize but she already knows. I hope. Probably still will. And now back at the heart of this desire. Redemption. To spite Stein, honor Trimmer, and prove to Finch. I will be sending some writing towards Trimmer, would hope to meet with him. Tell him he was right. He knows, wouldn’t want to hear only to hear where I am now what path.

>> No.10226479

>>10226469
no u

>> No.10226481

>>10205464
I like the style

>> No.10226485

>>10226476
>>10226472
tl;dr
please contribute to this >>10226447

>> No.10226487

>>10205420
a love letter to miss kitty

>> No.10226490

>>10226471
Bruh, I was fucking obsessed with spatial dimensions in high school and I still am. I am majoring in mathematics and higher spatial dimensions (4th, 5th, 6th, all the way to nth or whatever the fuck) have been brought up in a lot of classes, so I think I might understand a little bit of it. Just a little. I can't visualize them because I'm human, but I can still understand the basics of how they work. There are plenty of papers and books published by mathematicians and physicists discussing higher spatial dimensions too, so you can look at those if you still think I'm retarded.

>> No.10227128

>>10226490
dark energy is where it's at

>> No.10227262

>>10206873
This is just structural info, and not even that original. What's the book about?