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A lot easier said than done.Ultimately, you want to be in a position where you can call in favours, put some fucking blood in the water, see who bites.
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A lot easier said than done.Ultimately, you want to be in a position where you can call in favours, put some fucking blood in the water, see who bites.
Time and graft and no guarantees, but it's better than being journoscum, which is the more time-honoured path into some Weinstein's fucking publishing house.A lot easier said than done.
The first site I think of is watt-pad but from what I've heard I'm not so keen being involve with the people there.
Ultimately, you want to be in a position where you can call in favours
Dunno if I'd call it "network maxxing" -- when it comes to cocksucking, it pays to be a connoisseur.The networkmaxxing route seems so depressing to me. Even more soul-sucking than just making your work more salable to begin with (which it will have to be, to an extent, anyway).
What would you say your goal is--to be a novelist, poet, or both? You'd have better luck starting with the novel. But get it down from 125K words first.
Bro that's gay as fuck, you can write whatever you want whenever you want. The distinction between subtypes of written mediums means less than it ever has nowadays because the cultural significance of the act itself has been depreciated to the point where we're all just playing in a sandbox of ashes whenever we write anything in the 21st Century.As for being a novelist or a poet, well... the number of classical poets who made the jump into prose is vanishingly small. This is because of the aforementioned fucking symbolism / correspondence bullshit, it's an entirely different mindset and skill.
Bro that's gay as fuck, you can write whatever you want whenever you want. The distinction between subtypes of written mediums means less than it ever has nowadays because the cultural significance of the act itself has been depreciated to the point where we're all just playing in a sandbox of ashes whenever we write anything in the 21st Century.
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He asked You about Your goals though so that's an irrelevant sticking point.Maybe the literature thread isn't the best place for you.
For a guy who is about being short and to the point you can't seem to do that in your posts...CONCLUSION: The author doubts that any meaningful distinction between poetry and prose can be made in our modern day setting. The author is therefore unsure why some massively stupid illiterate fuck is taking issue and arguing with him, because they both reached THE SAME FUCKING CONCLUSION.
Really adorable stuff, though if this is a representative sample of how you write you'd be better off as an accountant than some would-be successor to James Joyce, who would probably laugh at you.Let's see if I can help your comprehension skills.
"As for being a novelist or a poet, well..."
Attempting to answer the question, finishing the thought with an ellipsis. Conclusion: the writer is unsure of his goals. The writer then goes on to state a thesis:
"the number of classical poets who made the jump into prose is vanishingly small."
Statement, objective truth. The writer is attempting to find an answer to the question by making a statement he knows to be true, and using established truth as a jumping off point. Inference: the writer, following on from the ellipsis, implies he is unsure because he considers himself to have more in common with classical writers and reliance on classical technique. The writer continues:
" This is because of the aforementioned fucking symbolism / correspondence bullshit, it's an entirely different mindset and skill."
Statement, truth, subjective. This is what the author believes to be true. "Bullshit" = self-denegation of previous statements, KF ibid. This is indicative of the author's doubt, and his word-choice indicates that - despite his asserted inclination towards the classical - he is in fact a modern man. It is this dichotomy that provides impetuous and drama to his dilemma.
"Modern poetry (imho) is at it's best when it's short, as an entirely self-contained system, as the purest expression of an idea."
Statement, philosophical. The author is musing, and does so in a poetic fashion, and so seems to be answering OPs question with "I am a poet". He then follows with a rueful tonal juxtaposition:
"Modern fiction (imho) is an exploration of time and space and the seething legions of retarded monkeys who inhabit it."
Statement, denigrating of the novel, denigrating of modern attitudes, elevating poetry on face value. And yet, the author must confront the fact that he has *written* a fucking novel: ergo he himself is also a retarded monkey (cf. Wilde, Caliban's mirror). Inference: "I am a poet who has written a novel / I am a novelist who has written poetry." I hope you have enjoyed reading my dissertation on my own fucking post as much as I did writing it.
CONCLUSION: The author doubts that any meaningful distinction between poetry and prose can be made in our modern day setting. The author is therefore unsure why some massively stupid illiterate fuck is taking issue and arguing with him, because they both reached THE SAME FUCKING CONCLUSION.
What, you seriously can't defend yourself or your dumbass opinions, and you've run out of Family Guy quotes, so your go-to response is to... decide a dead irishman wouldn't like me very much?Really adorable stuff, though if this is a representative sample of how you write you'd be better off as an accountant than some would-be successor to James Joyce, who would probably laugh at you.
What's there to even "defend" though? I mildly prodded you because you were taking shit way too seriously and you just went even further into a frothing at the mouth autism spiral so I casually poked you again.What, you seriously can't defend yourself or your dumbass opinions, and you've run out of Family Guy quotes, so your go-to response is to... decide a dead irishman wouldn't like me very much?
P.s: You've never even read Joyce. Here's your fucking accountancy.
This isn't a frothing mouth autism spiral. This is calling you out as stupid. This is me telling you that just because you opened your mouth doesn't make you funny or interesting. This me telling you that your shit is all retarded and you actively make threads worse by posting in them. This is me expressing confusion that someone who clearly knows the square root of Jack and Shit nevertheless feels entitled to interject his mind-numbing retardation into the conversations of his betters. This is your dad telling you to fuck off while the adults are speaking.What's there to even "defend" though? I mildly prodded you because you were taking shit way too seriously and you just went even further into a frothing at the mouth autism spiral so I casually poked you again.
Yes yes, I'm totally convinced that you're Definitely Not Mad at all, junior. Write 60 thousand more words worth of notes in a microsoft word document to yourself about why you won this e-debate. You've earned it!This isn't a frothing mouth autism spiral. This is calling you out as stupid. This is me telling you that just because you opened your mouth doesn't make you funny or interesting. This me telling you that your shit is all retarded and you actively make threads worse by posting in them. This is me expressing confusion that someone who clearly knows the square root of Jack and Shit nevertheless feels entitled to interject his mind-numbing retardation into the conversations of his betters. This is your dad telling you to fuck off while the adults are speaking.
And while you are fucking off, ask yourself which is more likely: Are there are people who are having a meltdown because you are Le Epic Troll? Or are there people who are fucking exasperated with your fuckwitted brain aneurisms masquerading as useful or insightful posts?
This is you:What, you seriously can't defend yourself or your dumbass opinions, and you've run out of Family Guy quotes, so your go-to response is to... decide a dead irishman wouldn't like me very much?
P.s: You've never even read Joyce. Here's your fucking accountancy.
Not really. 99% of small press are just vanity outfits where a guy formed it to publish his shit and his friends.Any thoughts on smaller/local publishing agencies? No doubt self-publishing as people suggested seems like the best way forward in the long term, I just assume a smaller entity would have more of a vested interest in someone's shit succeeding as to get a bit of an image buff by proxy. Probably too far and few between.