Reddit is for normies. After I got banned from there for suggesting trannies have a mental illness I deleted all my apps, never looked back. Last I heard these reddit readers are dead now anyway. No surprise the site's name rhymes with "faggot". Can't believe I wasted so much time on it, scrolling like a dopamine fiend and arguing with absolute NPCs. How can you argue with people who genuinely believe men are women anyway? Fuck's sake.
But at least /lit/ is a goldmine today. Wallowing in the muddy waters of 4chan gives me hope for mankind. People are out there reading, writing, and trying to escape this woke nonsense that others are trying to shove up our orifices. Who knew wading in a swamp could be such a breath of fresh air. Maybe it's not a swamp at all?
The first post I came across said this:
But at least /lit/ is a goldmine today. Wallowing in the muddy waters of 4chan gives me hope for mankind. People are out there reading, writing, and trying to escape this woke nonsense that others are trying to shove up our orifices. Who knew wading in a swamp could be such a breath of fresh air. Maybe it's not a swamp at all?
The first post I came across said this:
Recently I find myself interested in, and searching for, information about the grinders, the obsessive monk-like workers, the people that have the discipline to sit down and just write for 12 hours a day everyday with a Master Chief-like, robotic-like one-track mindset. Who are your favorite writers that exemplify this? Or your favorite tales of such a mindset?
>Every day for years, Trollope reported in his “Autobiography,” he woke in darkness and wrote from 5:30 a.m. to 8:30 a.m., with his watch in front of him. He required of himself two hundred and fifty words every quarter of an hour. If he finished one novel before eight-thirty, he took out a fresh piece of paper and started the next. The writing session was followed, for a long stretch of time, by a day job with the postal service. Plus, he said, he always hunted at least twice a week. Under this regimen, he produced forty-nine novels in thirty-five years. Having prospered so well, he urged his method on all writers: “Let their work be to them as is his common work to the common laborer. No gigantic efforts will then be necessary. He need tie no wet towels round his brow, nor sit for thirty hours at his desk without moving,—as men have sat, or said that they have sat.”
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Then there was this post with another top-notch reply (emphasis mine).
The more I read the more I realize I'll never be a great author or thinker like I thought I was when I was a teenager. Best case scenario I'll manage to write one book that gain semi-moderate success in alt right circles or I'll write some shitty normie friendly fantasy ya series that possibly me money. And those are the best case scenarios, if I'm being realistic here I probably won't even get as far as writing a single book before I croak. How do you cope with the gift of consciousness being wasted on you?
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>You can go on twitter right now and get within two degrees of separation from the people who matter fairly easily. The modern république des lettres is remarkably easy to crash, mostly because nobody cares that much anymore.
But does it matter if they care or not? Inevitably these ideas trickle down to the masses. Nobody really cares about Paris Fashion Week, nobody who takes themselves seriously at least, but they will inevitably be wearing the styles, colours, and fabrics that first premiered there in chinese knock-off two years after the fact.
My advice is to find out what you don't want to say. What you wont reveal about yourself, your opinions, your beliefs. What mud you refuse to wallow in. What dark secrets you will take to the grave with you. Too many writers, intellectuals, whatever, they get involved in culture war bs, and before long, their twitter is just a long and repetitive rant about trannies reading books to children, or drumph, or whatever. You can be better than that anon.
Then you invent an alias. A nom-de-plum. Something clever, subtle, or meaningful. With the current discourse its very likely we will see dissidents of various stripes either imprisoned or executed en mass in our lifetime. Wear a mask. Protect yourself. Personally I like to look at Pol Pot, as he was a great genius in this area and understood the importance of extreme secrecy.
>To add to the confusion, even his [Pol Pot's] identity remains in question. In an interview with Yugoslav television in 1977, Pol Pot said he had come from a poor peasant family. But a Cambodian refugee in Paris, Laau Phuok, insists that Pol Pot's real name is Saloth Sar, and that his father was a landowner distantly related to the royal family. A third version is that Pol Pot is really Tol Sat, a revolutionary who was elected to the Khmer Rouge People's Representative Assembly in Phnom Penh in 1976. To complete the mystery, photographs of Pol Pot tend to change in appearance ever so slightly through the years.
Change your names every couple of years. Leak false biographical information about yourself. Use AI generated photos. Fake your own death. Never wear your heart on your sleeve. Never show yourself completely to the public eye.
Finally, know what you want to say. What niche you are writing to. Who your audience will be. And start working towards those ends. My recommendation is to try and cultivate a circle of important/influential people around you, and write for them. Plato probably only wrote for a hundred people. Machiavelli wrote Il Principe for one man only. If you have everything worth saying, then you should tailor it for the people worth listening. Eventually it will trickle down.
As Greco I'm halfway there at least.
And finally, this request:
And finally, this request:
Is there any non fiction books about life as a christian concubine in the middle east. Preferably first hand accounts. I need something to jerk off to
/pol/ isn't good for your mental health, but /lit/ is 🔥
Neither do we write anything close to three hours a day lol.
The reason we are consistent is because we keep in touch by writing stories together. Some people send each other texts or do video calls. Some people decide those are too superficial and instead only talk once a year or so in order to "keep it real".
I write story snippets on here as my fun thing whereas a normal person might go watch a
The other day as I sat on the
What keeps people from writing isn't that they can't write, but their unwillingness to write anything good.
One day, if i'm still alive, I'll have something that. compells me so much that I can't go on without writing it. So that's when i'll write my book. Again if I'm still alive to that day.
there's no amount of 'wishing' that one could write something great aka meaningful that will make them ready to write one day. That's rather someone's
Drew and I are more the silly type. so we write in comically. But take a look at
https://adagia.org/content/6110
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>What keeps people from writing isn't that they can't write, but their unwillingness to write anything good.
I guess you meant "bad"? If so, true, if not you'll have to explain.
Personally I don't see the point of writing if you don't somehow take it seriously. Even if you say you don't, since you and drew keep the practice up, you *do* take it seriously. I guess discipline or practice or whatever you want to call it can look like different things, but either way you can't do without...
Also, about your toilet epiphany, I think you should do it. For shits n giggles :)
I did lol
> Personally I don't see the point of writing if you don't somehow take it seriously. Even if you say you don't, since you and drew keep the practice up,
We're not serious about it, but we're sincere about it.
From my perspective I'm serious about it because i do it everyday in a non mechanistic way. Well some days it is mechanistic. But most days it's not.
In the past, when i didn't feel like doing it non-mechanistically, I would actually convince myself via motivation (streak for example) to do it anyways.
Nowadays when i don't feel like doing it except for a mechanistic reason i simply don't do it. You'll see that there's gaps in my
"co-writing" with another friend just makes it more fun. The focus isn't the literal writing anymore. It becomes more akin to a video game or a chat. Just happens that the game's rules aren't leveling up your character and going up a skill tree... or sending memes to each other on SMS/telegram/etc. Instead it's creating a world and exploring characters together.
Same shit. Different method.