/lit/ - Literature

>Look ye, countrymen and Thebans, this is Oedipus the great,
>He who knew the Sphinx's riddle and was mightiest in our state.
>Who of all our townsmen gazed not on his fame with envious eyes?
>Now, in what a sea of troubles sunk and overwhelmed he lies!
>Therefore wait to see life's ending ere thou count one mortal blest;
>Wait till free from pain and sorrow he has gained his final rest.

How can I make money off my writing? It is the only thing I'm good at, and I'm nearly broke.

>>19507368
I tried doing this but the creature that lives in mine is so hideous that i got scared and ran away.

I'm starting to think that enrolling in university was a mistake, at least doing it the past year. I don't know anyone from my classes, I have lost almost all contact with my highschool friends because I don't use social media, my grades have dropped considerably, have no motivation, have to stare at a computer screen for hours. It's all so tiresome. I've even turned underweight, and I've been losing a lot hair during this period, just to learn almost nothing.
I don't even know how things will be once I get to work. I don't know why keep studying, if I will probably get replaced by a machine who can do a much better work than me in a few years.
Pretty much all of my social interections are here, I'm missing out on the college life, I'm not learning, my life is just getting worse.

>>18082100
>4chan is under going the same pajeetification as the rest of the internet
I thought we were going to be spared...

>>17947104
I don't pretend to like books, I actually like them, but for some reason I still feel like a fraud. I feel incredibly dumb despite others thinking I'm smart, think that they only pretend I'm smart to laugh at me, or that they might someday find out I'm a fraud.

>O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
>To drown the throat of war! When the senses
>Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
>Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
>Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
>When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
>Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
>Drive the nations together, who can stand?
>When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
>And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
>When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
>And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
>O who can stand? O who hath causèd this?
>O who can answer at the throne of God?
>The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
>Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

>searching for that old video of a drunk guy yelling 'DAVID FOSTER WALLACE' out of a car window to post itt
>Find the link in the archives
>This video is no longer available because the YouTube account associated with this video has been terminated.

To be in a Passion you Good may Do
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night

>>15101154
ahhhhhh

>2019 was 81 years ago
it feels like yesterday bros...

>short
>60 pages

>>14211970
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>mum found the stain in the Nausicaa chapter

>>13872479
Now I'm even more confused.

>only 4 hours to write 500 words

>be me
>go to bookstore for kierkegaard book
>greeted by cashier as i walk through the door
>dont even look at them and rush to philosophy section
>human creature already there
>awkwardly squeeze by them
>pretend to be really interested in the psychology section
>really just waiting for them to leave so i can browse the philosophy books in peace
>employee walks by
>"finding everything okay, sir?"
>sweating, want to vomit
>fear_and_trembling.pdf
>manage to mutter out, "yeah..." not even looking at them
>creature finally leaves
>look for a while, decide to get either/or
>go to checkout, place book on counter
>muttering anime theme songs to myself as i akwardly dig into my pocket for a wad of cash
>"some interesting stuff you got here"
>dont even respond
>"JUST SCAN THE FUCKING BOOK," i think
>"are you interesting in getting a membership with us, you could save up to 40% on future purchases"
>"n-no thank you"
>get change
>try to stuff it into my pocket but i drop it
>awkwardly scurry around on the floor trying to find my money
>everyone is looking at me
>the height of despair
>my god my god why hast thou forsaken me
>pick up change and run out of store and get into car
>break out into tears, screaming at self for being so autistic
>people still looking at me
>quickly drive off hoping i get in an accident and die

>only 10 years left to write one character

I promised to myself that I wouldn't come back here till I had finished a book. It's been like 7 months and I haven't wrote a single page. Instead I keep getting new ideas for new books that seem so brilliant in my mind that I just think "I could never write something like that, I'd ruin it".
I can see the characters, can see their actions, but when I'm in front of the white screen I can't write it down.
What can I do?

>>13192734
>gf
Uhh... yes anon