So how's your "novel" coming along??

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Haha that sounds exaclty like something Stewie would say to Brian just to be a jerk

I'm on my 5th draft, hopefully getting published by January 2017 OP. So excited!!

>mfw working on my second novel
>just finished having sex with my fiancee
>sipping my favorite scotch
>still want to die

Truly I envy the less intelligent people of this world. They don't have to stare into the void the way that I do.

Any intelligent (IQ > 150) people here know this feel?

Good luck user, send me a copy at [email protected]

I haven't written anything in weeks and I am strting to feel empty inside. I can't understand what's going on with me right now. I just can't get creative

I used to write at least 500 words a day but now, I feel like 50 is an achievement.

How mny words do you write a day, Veeky Forums?

>has been published
>has sex and is going to be married
You know nothing of the void. Once you have to keep yourself shitfaced every waking second to prevent you from killing yourself, you can talk about how rough you have it.

Cuntishly

lol you're right

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>Truly I envy the less intelligent people of this world. They don't have to stare into the void the way that I do.
>Any intelligent (IQ > 150) people here know this feel?
lol, there's a way out but I don't think saying it here would help anyone

This post gave me massive deja vu. Explain.

It's not. My attention span is so limited I'm incapable of finishing anything, partially becuase I forget I have a small bottle of adderall somewhere

Of course, that doesn't matter since the last time I took it I accomplished nothing

Fuck that, I'm gonna write a few books of poetry then write a novel that's barely anything more than genre fiction but float by because of my "literary" past

Who cares about helping. Tell us the way.

The latest one is coming along nicely, thanks much.

Chin up. You'll get there. As long as you are sufficiently stubborn, you can do it.

Pissin me off to be honest. I'm completely done, I've edited and revised, but the first chapter still stinks. I don't want to have to begin it somewhere else, but I can't improve it any more than where I'm at.

The constancy of our failures and their reminding by anonymous posters desu

One of my novels is on the backburner. I found a few forgotten chapters from last year and I actually quite liked them.

In that same pile of random writings I found a neat short story. There's a local short story contest due in two weeks so I may polish it up and submit it.

The story is set in the future. A pair of friends, one a mild autist and one a super autist, are picked from a young age to study a comprehensive STEM curriculum.

After finally graduating, the super autist goes away to work at an internship over summer. The mild autist, who often prided himself on being better where his friend had shortcomings (e.g. social skills) begin to lament and understand how pointless these tiny strengths were. He fails to reconnect with his childhood sweetheart, who has become an uncouth alcoholic.

He abandon her mid-date, withdraws into seclusion for several months, before finally deciding to drop everything and go visit his friend to work on some unspecified project, confident his friend will help him regain the "glow" he lost since graduating.

>Any intelligent (IQ > 150) people here know this feel?

Who administered your test?

Why would you lie on the internet?
we all know that your first "novel" is a weird Harry Potter fanfiction, that your "fiancee" is your right hand and thar your "favorite scotch" is some cheap bourbon.

you fuckin fell for it, you just fuckin, fuckin fell for it

what do you mean with this?

a glitch in the matrix, you faggot.