Tfw just got another poem published

I'm not ready for publication yet. Think I'll keep revising my manuscript for a couple months (it's a poetry collection) then start trying to get my shit out there into the world...

Have a bunch of poems and some short story's written. I only ever got published in my schools newspaper. I'd love to attempt to publish my stuff but don't really have any direction also, am a wage slave cuck. (Correspondant)

Any advice on where to start OP. I write alot of essays its my favorite thing to write now-a-days.

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i self-pubished self-promoted my first novel.
i think one person read a chapter of it.

nice demon digits.

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That’s a separate but related phenomenon – and Lovecraft’s fiction does indicate that his disgust sensitivity was pretty high. It’s also interesting to note how laden with disgusting and disease-related imagery his descriptions of immigrants are.

Sorry to hear that, user. I was really hoping everything would sort of just fall into place once I figured out a plan to pursue my goals with, but I'm struggling to get anything done. I guess computers just aren't interesting enough for me. I almost want to just drop college, enlist into an easy military job, and spend all of my real effort on reading and creative pursuits.

Try praying, user.

related: i've seen multiple studies linking political conservatism to a higher baseline fear response. and the inverse for progressivism. including experiments that was able to flip progressive opinions on policies to conservative ones by first eliciting a fear response and the opposite by making conservatives feel safe.

Yeah i don’t know about lovecraft but i really strongly doubt racists have weaker immune systems than non-racists

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i have an idea for a novel that's about a pedo relationship.
given lolita barely got published and the population is even more conservative on pedos now would i actually be able to publish this? even self-publishing i fear would just get me banned from every payment processor.

winrar

You plan b might work. I wish I could give advice but I failed at everything so what can I say ? Just don't be dishonest with yourself. If something doesn't work for you and you have no practical payoff (like a degree in a field you like or enough money to be independant) and isn't required by duty (caring for an ailing parent) then don't do it simply because it is the normal thing to do. Don't do the normal or reasonable thing, do something than you can be proud to call you life. The only alternative is non-life, ie death.

Using statistics to infer individual sentiment is one of the most disgusting vulgarities of our modern era. You may as well be analyzing Lovecraft’s relationship with his mother. At least that would make more sense, considering that he did write a semi-autobiographical piece where he referred to this.

As for myself, I quite my job, and am finalizing the last steps of my plan to withdraw entirely from society, scrub the web clean of all my information, move back into my parents basement, and embark on the long and fruitless writing career I always knew to be my destiny.

Only place I know is poetry.com to be honest
someone else maybe knows other well known publications?

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Check out this website:

submittable.com/

It's a submission portal that a lot of journals and websites use. You can browse different journals on it, and see what they're looking for.

what a god. ty

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I don't know how to publish in my country. Should i bother trying a foreign country instead?
The only option left is waiting for a prize or something alike.

The point eludes you slightly. Look, just leave me a complaining comment on the article when it's published and we'll call it good.

Thanks, man. I value your advice. I think I will leave the computer science program and switch to something I sincerely enjoy.

Got a good few dozen rejections under my belt so I'm working on it. I think I've improved in the last few years but now I'm 22 and feeling like I'm plateauing and a bit scared about whether or not I'll be able to keep improvig. Right now I have like 3 stories I'm very proud of and about as many poems, but we'll see how I feel about them in a year or two. I didnt stake too much on this, I'm going into a labor union so I wont be too fucked financially, and after I'm done my apprenticeship I could even take half a year off every now and then if I get some money saved, or just work sort of sparsely.

Anybody know if continuing to submit to journals and contests is the better idea or if I should try and send a portfolio out to agents?

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Funny you ask Satan, because I just wrote a terribly edgy psychological horror story (the only horror I've ever written) where you are the narrator. Usually I write boring literary realism but for some reason I was inspired. Please don't smite me I love Jesus.

not a successfully published poet or anything, but if you're sitting on poems from 2017, you're fucked.

keep writing man. forget chucking them to journal imo, just keep improving.

ive been writing extensively since 2016. I see a ridiculous improvement in my work.

My lit career consists of writing speeches and bios for people. Nothing that'll get me noticed but I get paid for it and it's good practise

My published friend is starting a magazine and wants me to be a regular contributer

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Lit agent requested 5 chapters.

nice. genre ?

>22

No author ever came up with their masterpiece at this age. Maybe some truly genuis poets did, but their best work took time.

What I'm wondering though is why are you so keen on getting published? All you're doing at this stage is putting out stuff you'll regret putting out in the future. Don't dilute your corpus.

Over the last three days, I've written an 1865 post thread on and it's quite juvenile, but I enjoy it anyhow.

Appalachian vampire

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That sounds awesome user.

If you're going to use the example of great writers, most of them have plenty or at least some published amateaur work, dont they? Like the "early career" sort of stuff that isnt very good but makes its way into a complete anthology. It also seems pretty presumptuous to assume that at some point I'll have catalogue significant enough to be sullied. It's my impression that it's good to have some kind of record of being published in journals so that when you have some really good later an agent and publisher will take you more seriously, is that wrong?

Seen any good doo-wop bands in the park lately?

Shit, my bad, this was in response to That screenshot is just out of context from myself scrolling through my own submissions, that happens to be the overlap point between last fall and the fall before's submission cycles. Definitely not still counting on shit that old, most of it I hate by now anyway.

>vampire fiction gets published
>my shit can't get published
I'll say it again, but this world was a hell constructed solely for my sake. It's a perfect prison of suffering in every aspect. I should just do a porn scene or five to score a quick couple thou, fly somewhere nice, and party until I find a nice tall structure to jump from. What shit.

Are you this guy?

coronapress2017.wixsite.com/coronapress/quinn-m

>women

you already stalked this guy ? true kek

I'm not the one writing vampire fiction. Also post your first three paragraphs, I want to see the level publishers accept for manuscripts. It feels like I'm going crazy.
Current manuscript should be a winner but I have to finish it first. I should just sell myself to an oil baron in saudi arabia, what the fuck is my life. Vampire fiction. Are you kidding me? Makes me want to blow my brains out.

Post excerpts of your manuscript that you think is better than vampire fiction

You're comparing different situations and products. Vampire fic might not be your cup of tea, but it is just right for a section of the population who will consume and pay for it. This isn't so much an indication of "quality," but rather a product that is crafted for and cognizant its audience.

Nuh. I just want your first 3 paragraphs bro. Obfuscate it if you need to. Post it in an image so it's not searchable.

y-yes no bully

i forgot any of those titles could be googled or i wouldnt have posted them

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Your post is well reasoned and quite valid. However, I'm still mad. I won't stop being mad until I read his first 3 paragraphs.

Not that guy. Just wondering what kind of 'winning' manuscript you have

You need an editor, Mr. McGariggle.

>imagine being called quinn
i wanna read a bit of ur work and critique it. are you prepared?

Nah, nah, you keep that for you and yo' chile. I will pray fo' yous both.

bandcamp.com/quinnmcgarrigle

Day-u-um, you whiter than sheepskin nigga.

In what "publication" does your poem appear? Because you conveniently fail to specify if it's some shitty zine run by your mate, or the New York Review of Books.

Also, it would be revealing to know how much you got paid for your poem. Because, you know, money talks and bullshit walks ...

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Go ahead. Just know that I've almost entirely disowned the first story in there so that critique is going to get much less if any use

Yes I know yes I have since realized I am not Faulkner hit me with your worst

Do you say no to war in syria, all whilst sitting in philly?

>Joshua, brother, you think they really mourned that dead police? You think they cared at all 'bout his sorry life? They play that up fo' the folks out theh. John threw a thumb over his shoulder towards the suburbs and said, Police on up, they don't care about nobodies life. They put him on the news and give'um somethin' be angry about. They know now'days they can't just be mad cause we niggers existing. Befo' it was more'n enough. Now they need to find a socially'ceptable way t'hate us. Dead cops the best fo' that. Tha's why they shot him in the back'uh the head and put it on us.

I'm surprised you even got published somewhere given the SJW Kendrick Lamar shit against white people trying to appropriate ebonics like this.

do yourself a favor and make your facebook hidden from search engines

also please trim or full shave your beard. it's not looking too good, mate

I really thought it was. Im fucking up

This is what im talking about I thought it was totally reasonable to write in dialect and the only objection would be liberalism but looking back it's just fucking cringey and this is only 2 years

its way too american and not neccesarily in a good way. like its written from the worldview of conservative, lower-middle-class, capital-A american who generally tries to be empathetic and rational but w/o much flair or honesty or insight. while i don't exactly love it, once refined, it think it'll maybe have an audience. and also you definitely need an editor

anyway, you said you've that you "disown" the piece so hopefully you've recognized some flaws and grown from it

Thank you user, I appreciate that you looked at it. That makes sense and I will keep it in mind. I do think my more recent writings have improved in various ways, less distance from the characters and more humility, hopefully.

It also feels horribly overwritten

>A plastic bag amongst cigarettes in the gutter was caught in the passing streetcar's gust of pollinated smog to float across the street and catch against the chain-link face of an alleyway, filling and deflating like the lungs of an atrophied spirit.

I mean stuff like "pollinated smog" and "deflating like the lungs of an atrophied spirit" just sounds so melodramatic and overblown. Should have taken Chekhov's advice about just focuses on a few essentials like "the moon reflected on a bottle's rim" to convey a sense of place. Way too many adjectives and whatnot adding weight to the whole thing. Have you tried writing simply and minimalistically before?

*focusing

I've been aware for a while that that first story is shit, the last two, especially the very last story on that webpage are much more minimalist and generally better.

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seconded. if you're adding more weighty descriptions than usual, i'd say you have to make it worth the weight (actual lmao), either through some thematic references or emotional beat or foreshadowing or whatever man. there are tons of nuanced techniques and structures, play with every single word, be congnizant of their effects. in literature, a word can be more than just a word, so experiment with it and see what works

Yea, the others are definitely lighter prose wise, but it seems your problem now is the lack of versimilitude in the characters, like you're trying way to hard to represent the voices of other cultures - and there still seems to be a lot of description that could be cut.

> The smog-muted blue midday was pushed out by a gray slab of afternoon. Rain fell in brief showers and speckled with water the warm concrete, the chainlink, the kudzu blooming in the cracks of buildings. Misha squatted on the sidewalk outside Philly Gas, across from the library and the Washington High School football fields. He pulled his phone from one pocket of his track pants and Pall Malls out the other. He fell off balance and rocked back on his heels, spreading his arms winglike to catch himself. He lurched back into a squat and looked quickly around, then went back to his phone. Misha put his last cigarette in his mouth and let it hang. He went to the back facing camera on his phone and put it between his knees. He looked up at the sky and smirked. He took the picture and realized his gold chain had been inside his shirt, so he draped it properly and took the picture again. Misha turned up the brightness and was happy with the picture and sent it to his boy Andriy with the message Where are u cyka blyat?

How many of the descriptions here actually help drill into Misha's personality, that wasn't already conveyed in other parts of the story? Are the descriptions of the environment just descriptions, or do they pull extra psychological weight the way some Chekhov descriptions can?

Who doesnt?

It’s mine actually.
It’s the story of an 1890’s bourbon distillers daughter getting bitten then abandoned by a vampire. Dracula wasn’t printed til 1897 so nobody knows what’s happening to Annabelle. Shit goes south and the distillery burns down killing her family and burying her alive in the rick house until a boy accidentally falls in the dilapidated ruins in 1994 and busts her out. The roles of renfield and Dracula are reversed as Miles now has to teach her how to survive. She in turn gives him peeks about what’s behind the veil of mortal sight. And best of all there’s no love story in the whole thing. Even 15 year old Julian van Winkle makes a small cameo. (Google pappy van winkle)
The original incarnation of the story didn’t have the vampire girl in it but it creates some fun opportunities and scenes to write.

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>implying anyone is going to seriously show off their published work, with their real name, here

One idiot already made himself easily discoverable in this thread and look what's happened as a result. The only way I'd ever make my name known here on Yea Forums is if I achieved genuine fame and renown as a writer/poet, and wanted to come back here to gloat.

I dont mean to sound defensive, I do appreciate the critique, but I think that most of that is very relevant to his personality and character, including the setting details and their (melo)drama. Of course I would like to have a nimbler, less redundant style but I'm really not interested in the school of efficiency in terms of cutting out everything entirely nonessential and making the prose as invisible as possible.

>your problem now is the lack of versimilitude in the characters, like you're trying way to hard to represent the voices of other cultures

I completely agree with you here tho, looking back this is the biggest problem I have with the story.

As the midday blues were pushed out by the gray slab of the afternoon, rain fell in showers. The warm concrete was speckled with water. Misha went onto the sidewalk outside Philly Gas, which was across the library and the Washington High School football fields. He pulled his phone from one pants-pocket, and Pall Malls out the other. One cigarette was left in the box. He placed it in his mouth and let it hang. Then went into a squat, placing the phone between his knees such that the camera was facing him. He measured the sky with his gaze and smirked. And took the picture.

It was no good, for he realized his gold chain was caught inside his shirt. After readjustments, he took another picture. This time, it was good, save for the brightness which had to be increased. He did so, and posted it to his boy Andriy with the message- Where are u cyka blyat?

"Placing the phone between..." -> "squeezing the phone..."

I only asked where the poem was published, and how much it's worth. Maybe you should work on your reading comprehension.

but this is worse

>Where are u cyka blyat?
lmao is this parody/irony

>12662015
Yes, the character is a spergy 2nd gen child of immigrants trying really hard to have an identity which is contrasted with his father who is just trying to have a new life and doesnt want be caught up in the politics surrounding Crimeas annexation. The rest of the paragraph is him being vain and silly, he's wearing cartoonishly slavic clothes and taking selfies of himself smoking

you have a link to Chekhov's writing advice?
it must be valuable, no one could write a short story like him

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Interesting, I think I like it
Appreciate the thought you put into it