/lit/ lied to me; I am a writer, no, I am no real writer, for a real writer gazes long and wearily into the depths of the abyssal night that alone may swallow the world in its disgusting foetor stench bowels of Dis... and, lo, lo, lo, listen, hearken, to this sad tale... for my life is verily uneventful. The literary lifestyle is not what it is cracked up to be, fellow anons. Anon, anon, the Darkness takes me. My name is in periodicals and people have picked my publications, out of the oversaturated market, and said I am a name to look out for. I am a published author with five short stories, a dozen poems, and a book review out. I am now officially a public figure, even if I am not literally known as a household name. I have been paid professional rates, but it is not much because I should probably upgrade to a novel at this point. The payoff is kind of shit; I get spam emails all the time from scammers trying to say they will "review" my work or use my stories for a reading group, but they are probably phishing me. I spend all my time reading and planning, and researching the market, to the point that fiction is no longer as fun to me as it was when I was a child, when I had a sense of wunderkind. Do I really even have a talent for the word, or does the word quicken when I begin to try and force my preconceptions onto this language, in which all life is mediated? Even now, I can feel the clutch of death stroke itself against my hands, as I type this, weary as I am, knowing that I am not a real artist. And that a real artist must lurk here, lurk more into the cold autistic dark, like some savant beast of Lethe, drinking of the ambrosia of some beauty's sex, O horrid night! Wherefore have the beasts of yore awoken in the dark depths of this Arcadian field? I type and write and bleed at this keyboard, knowing that I can never know the real touch of a woman... O strife! O absentee god! Please save me from the intoxicating sobriety of this dull pain!
just be me and you'll have nothing to complain about, neck handsngl the depths of the abyssal night were pretty nuts though
