ITT we greentext our novel ideas

>poor fag
>tfw not Napoleon Bonaparte
>stock images man wielding an axe.jpeg
>oops soz sis.jpeg
>tfw no escort gf
>hurr durr
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Sorry lads, I'm yet to finish the book

>Soft sci-fi setting
>Woman from a shitty, borderline colony signs up for long haul shipping through Human space after her family died
>becomes the ship's maintenance tech
>joins small, bickersome crew aboard an old cargo hauler
>becomes friends with the pilot and astrogator
>pilot is from a nice, habitable world
>only there because he flunked out of the military
>astrogator is a cripple, hooked up to the ships FTL systems and essentially a cheap alternative to buying a full AI.
>learns more about how pretty much everyone on board is running away from something
>end up arriving at a major port just as the local government crumbles and a civil war starts
>mad dash to escape ensues
>ship survives but with heavy casualties
>astrogator dies saving everybody
>The survivors all decide to call it quits and retire, except for the tech, who signs on for another go.

dead malls are the greatest

>man with no fingernails or penis obtains a job at a fancy london-based bank
>his missing fingernails have usually held him back from getting jobs but this one is different, because
>interviewer has a missing fingernail fetish
>interviewer decides to let no-fingernail-or-penis-man have the job
>interviewer becomes no-fingernail-or-penis-man's boss
>boss and no-fingernail-or-penis-man see each other daily. there is sexual tension but no-fingernail-or-penis-man is unwilling to satisfy it

the remainder of the book comprises the boss's attempts to flirt and fuck no-penis-man. His advances are fruitless because no-penis-man has no sex drive and therefore is unwilling to reciprocate, even though boss is cute as hell

>566 blank pages
Novels are a waste of time. My readers will get exactly the amount of substance they bargained for.

>one of the two characters of the novel is a daughter of a lord who was stripped of his titles and lands.
>One night she starts having a dream of her former home.
>Convinced that the dream was no dream but something bigger she prepares herself for an adventure
>not knowing where to go, she starts going to the alehouses to hear gossips and rumors when she overhears a rebellion is starting to form.
>join them in the hopes they would reward her with her former home.

Extremely tired to write the rest of the greentext, the remainder of her story comprises of cliches until the midpoint where everything changes as they failed in taking a castle and therefore failing their main objective. Is at this point everything start to crumble not just the rebels but also for the main character as she thought- no- deluded herself into thinking she was some sort of hero and was great at everything.

I was thinking on writing her as prideful and arrgont from the get-go like some other novels' characters. But I was thinking of being subtle as I won't feel it being hammered at the reader.

red dwarf knock off

>theres a miserable dentist
>nobody respects him
>cheats on wife
>gets caught
>lashes out at patient
>kills himself in a mall
>granite worker
>lazy as shit
>does good work
>eventually just gets drunk
>finds a new routine after a while
>home stuck investor taking care of pops
>pops has alzheimers
>never left the state
>sold patent and gets money money
>gets killed out in the salt marsh while trapping
>all three stories interwoven because hey why the fuck not, they all live in that shitty little hick town

That's one of my influences, yes.

You should turn this into a homoerotic obsession where they sniper each other at the end of the book.

Damn user, that's metal as fuck.

Had a dream like that one time

This sounds comfy. Hope it isn't autobiographical, user.
Bretty gud. I'd read it.
Please write it user. Cliche as fuck but I personally can't get enough of space truckers. Idiots like me will buy it user - there's probably dozens of us if that sweetens the deal.

As a soldier?

Write it user. If done well I would definitely like to read it.

>Spaceship heading to earth
>Incompetent captain puts friend in charge of navigation
>crashes into a meteor
>not enough life shuttles for everyone
>captain takes shuttle for himself, escapes
>passengers on ship freak out
>mass hysteria breaks out
>fighting over food and water, many killed
>oxygen tanks failing
>mass hysteria continues
>only cockpit has oxygen
>cramped, more killings
>After a week food is scarce
>Cannibalism
>Fittest passengers on board kill the weak
>eat them
>Captain returns with help
>the end

>man on toilet; constipated, he waits untold hours for a turd that may never come
>he brought one book with him (histories of herodotus, landmark edition) and has soon read it all, for he was three quarters through
>becomes increasingly bored and insane as he reads the backs of bottles, desperately tries to write on a fogged up mirror from where he's sitting, and rereads the book in its entirety
>i won't spoil how but it ends with his tragic death

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> describing scenario rather than the human interactions that take place

this is how I know it's virtually certain to be dogshit

this could be good if done by someone smart

so, it won't be good

make that a screenplay and you might have some sellable Oscar bait on your hands

Am I the only one who is afraid to post my novel ideas because I'm afraid someone with much more talent steals it? It's not that good, but I've had it in my head for almost a year now.

This post is
probably better than your actual book

Seek Freud.

>Now is a "professional" Herodotus scholar before his death
He fucked up.

>man wastes youth jacking off in front of a chinese imageboard
>is too caught up in self-loathing to interact with reality
>tries but things don't end well
took a monstrous leap of imagination to come up with that one

I haven't really thought this through very much but I would like to write about a wealthy society tearing itself apart in the most savage ways possible. to show how we fool ourselvs into thinking that we are any different, any better than those who we would call savage or evil from the past. To argue that war and suffering are parts of human nature and something we all secretly crave.

I want to watch some high-minded idealists sink into the barbarism and savagery that they believed to be a thing of the past. It would be cool to have a European civil war, set maybe 20 years from now. We would watch people who have lived in a bubble for so long be forced to reacquaint themselves with warfare.

The reaction of a God when it's forgotten.

>Ready Player One except the MC is an asshole griefer whose only joy in life is ruining everyone else's and the virtual reality part is a plot by a transhumanist think tank trying to bring about a digital version of Human Instrumentality

cabinetmagazine.org/issues/42/wiles.php

This might interest you then

Rude man Im not as good writting in english, not my mother tongue

>ronald reagan getting fucked on national tv by a clown

Ya?

>kid is a reality warper of a small scale
>whatever he draws on paper can become real for a time period
>his dad died in an accident when the kid was seven, kid has PTSD about it
>mother has to marry an old friend because she has no money
>kid's new father is actually a homosexual and the marriage is a farce for some reason
>kid is 15 now and he starts developing feelings for his step father
>kid is 16 and his father dies
>kid is 20, lonely and emo
>he finds a boyfriend
>boyfriend is actually working for a shadow organization that aims to control the kid
>there are more than one organization involved
Haven't really thought the details beyond this, all I know is kid's boyfriend dies, kid finally gets the courage to confess to his stepfather about his feelings and does it in front of his mom.

his father dies again? that's gotta be rough

>21 yo guy in india working in a shitty bpo
> no dreams, no social life always cynical and upset
>becomes friends with a pakistani boy online
>they chat everyday, slowly a relationship builds
>indian boy becomes less cynical and cheerful, finally have some passion in life
>plot twist: the pakistani boy is a 40 yo man working for a terrorist organization specialized in turning impressionable boys in the neighboring country into cold blooded terrorists
>indian boy kills himself after knowing the truth

Sounds like an attempt to bore people to death.

Why?

It sounds weird enough to work.

Solid stuff.

Ease up on the misery porn.

Alright.

Very solid but lacks something that stands out.

Well, it's something new.

So a bit less deluded Don Quixote with tits in a genre book? Why not.

Not something I'd ever want to read but not too bad overall.

Sounds stupid but functional. Just what's the point?

Sure.

Solid YA stuff that should get a lot publicity due gay protagonist. Go finish it and earn some shekels.

Pretty cute before the dumb twist.

kek

do it

Instead of hickory or maple or whatever, what if you smoked a turkey with weed for thanksgiving to reduce thanksgiving leftovers?
Wait, wrong kind of "novel".

>a modern retelling of Les Miserables IN THE FUTURE that doesn't appear like the future right away
>remove all the sewers and Waterloo shit
>add five tweens protagonists from different classes
>add politics and terrorism
>add a few absurd, supernatural elements a la Alice in Wonderland
>remove talking animals

Write it, user! I love the idea of this. I can relate to this story, and I think it has a deeper meaning than how it appears. I often found myself feeling really guilty if I rejected an offer by someone I loved when I was younger. I once had a tantrum when I was 3 on christmas when I got something I didn't want. I have since felt very guilty about it. I remember looking at the same item at my nursery a few years later and wishing I didn't reject the gift so harshly. It still haunts me desu. I would really like you to write your novel. I encourage you to write an excerpt of it on lit one day.

Found this picture of you.

I have several that are really just variations of "disenfranchised young person lives life as an outsider and leads a romantically isolated life." To be marketed to young people the same way that John Green is.

>a NEET neckbeard loser that gets in a gay relationship online
>they meet, walk a rainy Washington beach and discuss 05-09 internet culture
>book ends with examination of why his life sucks of bad

>another is a normie girl that ends her unhealthy dependency relationship, quits her job, drops out of college and glumly bumbles about an overcrowded city
>she longs for the happiness that her bf gave her in high school and she's trying to determine when and why it lost its luster
>book ends with examination of why her life sucks of bad

>a third is the pitiful tale of a metal-head bartender edgelord who feels superior to everyone yet hates himself
>he's a real pervert and jerks off to female coworkers in the bathroom at work
>book ends with examination of why his life sucks of bad

You get the gist. I also have a realistic sci-fi idea about the energy crisis and the crumbling of Western civilization.

>guy and girl meet
>every scene is somehow related to them having sex
>oh no one deceived the other
>actually no it was BEST FRIEND deceiving
>it ends with them fucking again
>every character talks like mr. collins from pride and prejudice
>after the book is finished, proofread and is about to be printed secretly replace every "the" with a "da"

But...why?

I cant remember the name of the poem or the author but there is one that's got a very similar concept. Sounds good though, depending on how you do it of course

Only novel ITT that I actually want to read, and can probably relate to in some way. Do it user.

>young man has a destiny, and it's absolutely fucking horrible
>as a child he caught a falling star
>it burned his right arm off
>as he was running towards it he wished for an interesting and suspenseful life.
>His mother starts showing symptoms of a degenerative brain disease a few weeks later
>Finds out the star gave him the destiny to save the universe
>Saving the universe wouldn't just wipe out all life, it would make life physically impossible
>He meets other people who caught falling stars
>None of them caught it while it was still hot, so they have all their limbs and superpowers to boot

>girl wakes up
>throws up spiders
>everything dissolves into spiders
>planet was Spider nest
>Universe is cupboard of old man q

does anyone remember that story about the kid who had some coming of age ritual where he was supposed to take a shit in this big thing and all the elders were watching and he tried but all that came out was a spider so he was rejected from manhood until he try again next year, shit was weird as shit, but memorable since i still remember it years later

>near-future sci fi
>colony spacecraft going to distant planet to colonise it
>religious sect with a propensity for terrorism don't like that
>devout terrorist spends half of his life training and going through the program to be a colonist
>semi-dead stasis pod things are what the crew stay in for most the journey
>teams of crew periodically brought out of stasis to run manual checkups on vessel and course
>a crew finishing their checks go back into stasis, a woman is the last to go in
>vessel malfunctions, shit gets fucked up, seemingly all the crew dies in stasis pods except the woman not in a pod
>woman realises 1 other crew member is alive in pod, which is the terrorist, who functions as an insurance layer for the missions failure and death of the crew
>woman has issues with relationships, lonely and stuff for all of her life
>based on limited information of the false identity of the terrorist and her own fantasy, she creates a 1-way relationship with the man in stasis - she can't bring him out, until the vessel nears the planet
>spends time sleeping on top of the pod, fantasising/convincing herself of stuff about him and their possible relationship - she is alone, afraid and delusional
final part
>vessel nears
>he awakes
>she pushes her facade
>he crushes it
>they fight
>she badly wounds him
>vessel destroyed, they're on-planet
>they stop fighting realising their circumstance and lives
>put aside their conflict and who they are
>she swims out into a lake holding him tight, they bleed out/drown together, far from home and the structure/people they are bound by

>vessel malfunctions
forgot to mention that this was orchestrated by the religious sect

I have a graphic novel idea

anytime a novel goes into the shape of the jaw or the nose or the eyebrow of the fucking landscape like, nigga, no matter what adjective yall usin its going to be wholly inadequate for my image of what you are describing to match mine

and fuck that whole mess about our subjective interpretation, if you have a vision you want to get across get it across with accuracy you fuck

words can't describe form well, formal structures of face and body and movement, they can approximate at the best.

DRAW THAT SHIT YOU HACK, LEARN ANOTHER MEDIUM OTHER THAN THE EASY AS FUCK "WRITE SHIT DOWN" METHOD

OR WRITE A BOOK WHERE THAT SHIT DOESNT MATTER

thats my feeling anyways, I want to be a graphic novelist

Totally not alone. Which is odd, because even if I see good ideas on here, I'm never tempted to take them.

>afraid people "more talented than you on this shit cesspool image board" are gunna steel yur ideas and proper roll with it and make a forchooon

christ yall are the most intolerably elitist boring people on planet earth

That is to say, if its properly your idea, if it comes from a space of dangerous importance in your soul, there is no possibility of it being replicated and exploited. You're existing in the marketplace of people behaving like idiots if you think your ideas can be stolen.

Implying a drawing isn't also simply an approximation at best.

I only mean to say that when words attempt to evoke formal experience, (forms, images), the are usually incredibly lacking. It's all well and good to say that the reader inputs his/her own experience into those gaps of clarity on the part of syntax, but why not have a perfectly clear image of the author's imagination? This idea that it loses its ambiguity thereby is only a cry of those who have thus far felt that ambiguity of image as a kind of shield against more perceptive person's who might realise the inadequacy of their inner vision.

lol I'm in the same boat. The shame that comes from this arrogance that I know I have - that my idea is one even good enough to steal - bothers the hell out of me.

Also lol at the implication that there is anybody on this board talented enough to actually upstage you in this regard. Be pretty damn funny if your novel idea pops up on a bestseller list, gets a film adaptation, and ultimately winds up canonized in a century or so. And you sit and you wallow and you pull your fucking face off, cosmic loneliness the only thing to keep you company.

I retract some of what I just posted, ambiguity is fine, but I feel that our age is ready for more precise visions of paradise, lest we all run off the cliff of industrial entertainment momentum into a fog of abstract apocalypse.

>Dystopian society
>Two sectors : wealthy and poor
>The wealthy are isolated and live under strict guidelines while the poor are outcast
>The poor have access to a mystical drug which induces visions
>Many characters have vivid symbolic visions
>There is a myth of the chosen one coming from this drug, who is God.
>The aristrocrats are privy to this myth and seek to prevent it from coming true.
>They build nanotechnology that infiltrates the brain and takes control of the body
>As the assimilation takes place, the chosen one is emerging from the chrysalis of the collective consciousness.
>Judgement Day

You are a fucking witless faggot. Your so called "novel ideas" are not in fact worthwhile if they don't in turn inspire you to actually act upon them. You're only fooling yourself to protect your tiny ego.

I'd argue that a drawn image, even a photograph, requires the viewer apply their own perspective onto these gaps of ambiguity. It is a subconscious response. You're choosing to favor one medium over another, for reasons that on the surface appear to you reasonable but are coming off to me as painfully arbitrary. Draw me, or show me, an image that isn't simply a collection of lines and symbols that operate in almost exactly the same way that written or spoken language does. You don't need to create a hierarchy here - why should it matter?

Write your graphic novel. Draw your graphic novel. Engineer it as a response to this argument. Otherwise, maybe worry less about where you see your medium in relation to another's.

Hmmm you're going to have to do better than that to get me to give you my "novel ideas."

I only posit my greivance with the word-as-form. To describe a face with words. To describe the shape of things with words, the color. Poetry tries to do this. By why not simply paint, or draw? It shouldn't deal with form and color. Or if it does, only as a texture upon a broader canvas of concept, emotion, idea. That is the proper use of words. I will never experience a fucking sunset in a paragraph, I don't care what you conjure up.

Words have their place, and proper enough, in narrative, but never in the evocation of form. In that regard, other mediums are more relevant. Anytime a novel introduces a new character and tells me about his or her chin I start to get annoyed. Tell me about his character, fuck the form, I'll fill that gap myself. Words can't fill that gap, and it's the word-smith's ignorance that it can.

I don't want your ideas. If you think by relating the bone structure of them to some anonymous image board is enough for it to be "stolen" on any level then you are not in touch with yourself.

The refinement of every detail of things is still YOU. If you don't feel in touch with that refinement then your ideas are basic, conceptual, without soul and individual character.

Ahhh it seems you might be reading shit prose. We might even be in the same boat here. Needlessly detailed description of physical features bores me. In that sense, I agree with you. I am not a particularly visually minded person.

That said, your point as you have laid it out to me feels reductive. Of course the word isn't the thing. But neither is the image. Which comes closer to capturing the thing, its essence? To me, one doesn't eclipse the other. But I am the type to miss major bits of graphic novels and comics because I tend to disregard the illustrations and focus on the text.

I don't disagree with you. Maybe the fact that I'm unwilling to share the ideas says more about the ideas than the community that would critique them.

Form, the curve of a line, is like music. It doesn't really mean anything. The inherent value is immanent in the line itself. In the melody. Never what it signifies. Words inherently signify, and there is beauty in symbol and metaphor. In vague constructions, left to the reader's imagination. To me, a novel is like a guide to your imagination. "Hey, wouldn't it be interesting to imagine this scenario?" It doesn't give you the precise outlines of the structures of the buildings, the shapes of the characters faces, the sound of their voices. That is left to the reader. That is a proper medium and I enjoy it myself.

I only mean to say that when the novel tries to describe the shape of a hill and a tree and a face I get really bored, it is losing focus of the point of its own medium. The essence, you say, yes. There is certainly something of import to be conveyed in words. This is of a more conceptual character, not so visual or sonic or textural. It's like an exe program for the mind, a "go ahead and imagine what this situation might be like". The author doesn't really have the reigns as far as image goes. That is the reader's job. When the author tries to take the reigns of that job with over-specific formal language, I get bored.
If the author has a proper vision to convey where the image and shape is important, he should draw it.

I like your line of thinking here. I would ask what makes an image different from the .exe file that asks your brain to imagine something specific.

I only mean to say that words, no matter how specific and poetic and elaborate, even if you get crazy and start delineating x/y/z coordinates, will never convey the image as you, the artist/author, sees it. Not even close. The purpose of the written medium is to invoke in others allegorical experiences. From your own past life, there are experiences that have allegorical significance to other person's past. The will fill that gap image-istically themselves. It is only the writer's job to evoke those images, rather archetypally but yet individual, according to the memory of the reader. The writer does not have to invent the wheel as far as the image is concerned, the reader already has a wealth of images. The writer, rather, is like an artist of the memory of the reader. He puts this and that memory together in an unexpected way, and novel images are created thereby. He never creates new images though. That is up to the painter, the sculptor. Words only invoke and combine.

Seems like you read things that didn't take advantages of words. Obviously the imagery will never be as precise and obviously a writer not getting it and trying to emulate it with words is wasting time, and words. If you want spoon feed the person with the most precise imagery possible, film is the way either way, since images will always lack the dynamism.

>be loner fag
>have no job
>stay in metro as hobo
>watch the populace of city
>witness young teen suicide
>scarred by life lost with so much more than i had
>see this being a trend
>take on god
>decide to patrol the metro stations, learning them by heart, knowing where the alert stop buttons, phones, etc are
>become aquainted with every humans' face who travels around
>get to know their personalities without talking to them
>attempt to save lives, one person who had given change suddenly about to jump
>see them about to, sprint to them
>reach for them as they fall
>swing around with as much weight momentum while holding on
>accidentally slip
>save person but die in process

>I will never experience a fucking sunset in a paragraph, I don't care what you conjure up.

Confirmed for shit taste in literature. Opinions discarded.

Words communicate directly to the mind and deliver more weight/dimension than visuals. Read better books.

>some book about a cuck
>things happen to cuck
>cuck finds redemption
>surprise! cuck's redemption was empty after all.
Gonna call it Speakeasy Street

>He never creates new images though

Incorrect. Words contain the spirit of the meaning as they are representative of it. Images are only secondary. What images are invoked by words to a man that has been blind since birth? We don't communicate in images.

You might have a case if you were arguing for classical painting but you're talking about graphic novels here.

I like your idea and it seems like it would be sadistically satisfying to read. But that title is gay as shit.

it was going to be called Breathing In July but that would concentrate too much on the second woman.

I'm interested. I would like the name of this story.

>guys steals idea for his book from a website like this
>actually gets it published
>comes into an intellectual property conflict with another guy who did the same thing with the same story
>he reads the other version of 'his' book and finds out its much better
>the other guy goes on to become a wildly celebrated author
>finds the original idea man and kills him, then himself

Well, at least no one is going to steal and idea with an ending like this.

Get to the part with the inspector. It will be the best

>A man on a battlefield kills an enemy soldier
>finds his death letter and the death letters of the dead man's comrades
>can't understand them, but looks at each one
>each new letter is a flashback to a point in the man's life that details his life story
>as the book progresses it is clear that he was a happy child but his life became dark and he joined the military
>he burns the letters and his soul watches his body walk away while it fades into nonexistence

Basically the flashbacks will be written with joie de vivre and nice poetic language, but as we approach the present the language becomes dark, monotone, like computer instructions.

First of all, it is unashamedly genre fiction.
>A talented but troubled athlete lives in a vaguely corporate run city of the future.
>After his best friend stops talking to him he's manipulated into joining what at first seems like a gym for professional fighters that is actually a funnel for would be corporate stooges.
>Meets a girl, kills a man in cold blood and quietly disappears into first world athletic slavery.

> Parallel universe of the 1990s
> Typical communist dictatorship in latin america
> The main character is a former torturer of a military dictatorship of the 60's, lives hidden from his past somewhere in Uruguay
> The current dictatorship begins a process of hunting of former torturers and agents hidden from the military era
> One by one its old colleagues disappear that at the same time an informant of the anti-hero notifies the escalation of power a agent robocop type
> Eventually both meet and after a duel the old torturer manages to escape and what follows is a hunt, the same time that the former police officer tries to understand and find out more about his hunter
> After a long journey through a Latin America in complete chaos, the old man ends up wounded in the leg and trapped in a cemetery, with his rival and other agents coming towards him to kill him
> A boy a few miles away, observes the scene with a binocular, he then stops observing the scene near his end, looking up he says:
> When will this end?
> Under his foot a newspaper bouncing a counterattack on the current government
Yes, I know it sucks.

yeah dude if you're as good of a writer as fucking Flaubert a plot-less novel can work fine otherwise fuck off

potential

write it you stupid fucking lazy fuck
the worst books are the ideas of books that never even exist because the author is scared of failing
fuck that fucking shit write your book

It's not a new idea, it's not even a well-sold proposition, but you better write it well and make me give a shit about the characters on a brutally fucking human level for it to work. The ending is expected/cliche as all hell, but if you can sell the set up, it works.

only works if non-linear

Thanks guys

would read