what's the plot of your magnum opus?
the one you haven't written yet because your skills aren't up to par?
I post pictures of overly made up women on English language Japanese manga imageboards alongside poorly lettered insults to elicit disproportionate responses from others.
I've written one today, it wasn't very successful.
one of my ideas centers on a sales agent who learns how to emotionally manipulate his customers before he breaks ties with the shady group of multimedia institutions he does work for
another involves an international syndicate of person-to-person radio operators with convoluted ties to terrestrial and satellite broadcasting networks mapping out an undernet of global communication on the sly. an academic conspiracy complicates the network's regular broadcast and leads to government and cultic interference
>what's the plot of your magnum opus?
I'm writing a shitty self-help book. It starts with a very rigid structure and pertinent anecdotes, and slowly the anecdotes descend into a chaotic novel with the self-help framework abandoned. It's thematically consistent, but structurally bizarre.
it's cliched but it's suppose to be about how ai cannot be destructive
that anything they do that might be considered destructive has a superior layer that makes it a positive
in such a way that the total sum is always positive
It is about a farmer out for a walk on a country road. It is autumn and the golden leaves are just beginning their crinkly descent. As he walks he muses on his life and how it was passed onto him by the generations of farmers that begat him. He arrives at an intersection and is run over. The car and its driver are undamaged except for a slight hole in its fuel tank.
It's about a radical feminist takeover in the US which basically follows the trajectory of the French Revolution. Mostly I just want an excuse to write a scene where they use guillotines to publicly castrate men instead of cutting off their heads.
I don't need your shit, I have my algorithm.
"Philip M. Parker has over 200,000 novels listed on Amazon.com, having developed an algorithm to gather publicly available data and compile it into book form."
>science fiction story where a drug which bonds people psychically with memory sharing escapes into nature
>the narrator is on Mars looking for his brother and lost love but they've been eaten by psychic fungus
it's about a shoeshiner who really likes shoes and then he finally saves up enough money to buy a pair of decent italian leather shoes and then he gets obsessed about keeping them clean and he goes mad and then he loses the pair and then he returns to shoe shining and finds happiness again but then dies. it turns out he did not love shoes but loved shining shoes. it teaches a valuable lesson about love and is a critique of late capitalism mixed with a bit of erotica.
graphic novelwhere the difference between the top and bottom of society is so extremely large that a handful of rulers might as well be Greek gods, able to smite and metamorphose random savages living on the ground.
Nothing too groundbreaking. It just needs to be amusing, maybe even fun to draw. A parody of dystopia.
it's about an hermit isolating himself in a cabin innawoods where he thinks about his childhood and why he got so emotionally fucked up while he does menial tasks like cleaning his guns or binding flies for fly fishing
these menial tasks will be described in great, boring detail
maybe some suicide thoughts as well
A series of short stories thematically linked and each with a disabled character being central to the plot. One blind, one deaf, one mute, one with no legs, one with all of the above.
It will be the greatest book in history.
Not magnum opus but short story idea that I'd like to hear you guy's opinion on, it's called Avery's Lover.
Basically it's about a narcissist named Avery who is opposed with creating an image of himself, it is his only occupation, going out to public places and trying to create the illusion of a perfectly artful man to impress women of course, though he isn't interested in sex; he's an artist, really.
Anyway, he ends up purchasing a book of Romantic era poetry even though he doesn't read poetry since he thinks that having the book is in keeping with his character, and he ends up memorising one of the poems in order to recite it out the docks.
(By the way, forgot to mention, early in the story he goes to a tattoo artist friend of his and sees another, very good looking man and a real Romantic, getting a tattoo of his beloved's name on his chest, and so in a moment of self-conscious declaration, Avery get's his own name tattooed on his chest)
Anyway, Avery goes out onto the docks and while reciting his poem (and having the scrap of the poem in his pocket) and striking a pose amid the very impressive looking storm waves, he gets washed away out to sea.
He wakes up with amnesia, not knowing who he is. The first thing he finds is the poem in his pocket and since his self is so empty, he clings to that, finding his own existence precarious, and makes himself into a paltry, shell of a Romantic. When he looks in the mirror and finds the name Avery written on his chest he assumes that to be the name of his true love and goes out on a quest to find her.
Lonely college guy meets a misterious girl that turns out to be a mermaid disguised in human form. Or maybe a figment of his autistic imagination trying to explain why the relationship lasted so little.
Magical realism. Do not steel pl0x.
somewhere related: all of my dreams always involve some kind of evil conspiracy. Any /x/ fags here who knows what that has to mean?
lil sumpin imma werkn on
There's a larger context to the story, because it takes place in the same universe as another story I'm writing about a mans life at sea. The "scrimshaw" stories are a collection of erotic horror sex stories that gets passed around the ship supposedly based on former shipmates, writer unknown. The book is about an old German confection box from the 15th century said to contain twelve magic medicines based on real remedies of the time. So the crew gets hold of the box somehow in their journeys and men try the candies from 500 years ago. Each candy brings forth a different siren, that fulfills the mans sexual desires, but then also fucks him up in a bunch of surreal dreamlike nightmares. The present day crew read the accounts and between vignettes they muse on what they would have done, wonder how things are possible, who lived to tell the tale etc
It is a dark and extravagant work of entropic dissolution set amid the collapse and subsequent occupation of the failed Nazi empire, A nachtwanderung through the internal and the external, the nominal and the phenomenal, the physical and the metaphysical, the lucid and the the hallucinate, the elect and the preterit, achieved through a patchwork of telescoping analogies and variations on theme hinting at the structural collusion of all systems and the collaboration of desire, sensate and insiensate, behind motive and movement - the centerpiece of which shall be the Nazi V-2 rocket and its expansive support structure..
I think I am going to call it, The Great Big Nazi Rocket, or Nazi Rocket: Puppet Master?
english teacher rapes her student
the student has the same name I do, the entire book is just an attempt to get my english teacher to rape me, but I got carried away with it. it was originally just supposed to be shitty porn-script smut, but I ended up taking it too seriously.
Satire set in the golden age of English colonialism, framed in the style adventure serial's from the 40's-50's. Part of the book will follow the rise and fall of the publishing company running these semi-racist adventure serials.
I don't believe I'm improving. It's frustrating. Better spend more time posting frogs to an image board.
Tampa is completely amazing.
Especially if that sort of thing is your fantasy.
The book opens thus:
>I spent the night before my first day of teaching in an excited loop of hushed masturbation on my side of the mattress, never falling asleep.
A group of children who are the embodiment of the classical elements journey across a distant future world always trying to escape the clutches of an extremely technologically advanced religion that needs them for its plot to alter reality.
hey not bad, I'm going to steal this
the getting washed out to sea and then not dying part isn't believable (he gets swallowed by the ocean, doesnt drown, and then wakes up in a new society?) so I'll have to change that
An aging psychologist who refurbishes and sells old houses as a hobby. Eventually this aspect of his life takes over because he can't sleep in anything but these empty old houses. He's divorced and his daughter died when she was seven.
>“Have you been to war, Jacob?” Solomon asked.
>“Have you killed?”
>“Father, that’s not a fair question. Wars are fought as a matter of executive decisions. The men who fight them, men such as I, have absolutely no input into the decisions.”
>earth gets rekt
>an experimental space colony is the last abode of life
>despite a promising start, the inhabitants fall to infighting and the colony gradually disintegrates
>the book itself follows the conversation of two elderly men inhabiting the last surviving module
Basically they discuss what they did wrong, whether the colony was always doomed, and whether they should hold onto hope regardless. It ends with both of them carrying out some trick to let the other believe life has survived elsewhere.
Elderly Nip has three great grandsons. A fag, a drunk and a coward.
He goes to America and hires a chinaman to run bizarre errands for him, all centered around finding the family sword his finest son took with him to China during WW2.
It's a political intrigue in a skyworld where colonial groups of human have to slice up the clouds mounted on dangerous kites so they can have rain and sunshine.
The book narrates the political intrigue behind the development of commercial relationships and the early rise of religion, endorsed by wanderers, adventurers and cartographers.
Themes are the discovery of new lands, the intrinsic poetry of the universe and the endless sacrifices men must endure to preserve his society.
it's almost finished
A man finds himself increasingly losing control of the only things which give his life purpose. His wife no longer loves him and is having an affair with another man. The marriage grows weaker every day, and he fears his young daughter will grow up with a stranger for a father.
When he is at his lowest level, he meets a pioneering psychoanalyst who offers him the chance to try out a radical new machine. The machine allows its users to create a virtual reality that looks and feels exactly like the real world, but exists only in the mind of its user. In this world, the protagonist can do whatever he wants without worrying about the consequences. As he becomes increasingly reliant on the machine and his virtual lifestyle more and more immoral and depraved, he begins to question the nature of reality and the true purpose of existence.
A man steals the Mona Lisa, paints a McDonald's in the background, and replaces it.
The story isn't about him though, and he never appears in the novel. The narrative follows an aging guard who works at the Louvre, before, during, and after the painting's theft.
A young engineer goes on a journey to support the colonization of twelve new planets on the other side of known space. Fighting the elements of the new worlds, the dangers of space travel, ancient beings, and even his own mentor to complete his mission, the engineer learns a terrible truth that will seal his fate
A sadistic billionaire creates a garden of Eden on a Greek island and then progressively mindbreaks a disgraced Japanese Idol, a pretentious adolescent /lit/fag, and a paraplegic girl who he suckers into it
>mfw when I finished it last week
In a fictional land a 13 year old aryan boy finds himself in a sprawling mega tripoli infested my pedophiles, techno zombies, child prostitutes and run by a 600 pound man known as Masterplan, a sadistic man ferried around by a raindeer team of inappropriately dressed children that's the keeper of a teenage girl held against her will to be an electronic deity to the masses. Finished it years ago.
I'll never be stuck when penning my next kindle hit again!
All humans on Earth, around the year 2599, start to incarnate when they die. This, combined with FTL space travel and space colonisation causes various sociopolitical constructs to collapse eventually. About a thousand years later, a female mercenary who has incarnated many times, is one of the rare few who still has memories of what Earth and was like before recieving the gift. Most people who live through so many lifetimes go mad and become heavily amnesiac, reducing their experiences to nothing. This mercenary though, who is disillusioned with all the violence and grotesque acts of the new way of life, finds herself when she rediscovers the richness of what human cultures used to be.
A young video games and japanese culture enthusiast/shut-in unexpectedly inherits a great deal of wealth.
After realizing that this will forever change his life, he assembles a uh... rag-tag team of misfits, weaboos, furries, and whatever other deprived internet subculture enthusiasts he can find. A small group of journalists and drug dealers can always be found in tow as well.
The group plots a course of cringe-inducing destruction, travelling across the US, attending conventions and holding orgies, until they reach LA, where they hop on a plane to Japan. After an acid-soaked, barely-remembered weekend, our protagonist finds himself walking the streets alone.
He looks into a shop window and sees that the people consuming manga and anime are really just people. Japan isn't the promised land. He unsheathes his katana and throws it into a public fountain, then falls into despair.
A guy loses his legs after a tragic accident. He struggles with life, and doesn't know whether to go on. He gets robot legs and discovers a passion for running. He starts competing and goes to the Olympics. He finds a girlfriend. He enjoys spending time with her. One day he gets bored of her, and devises a plan to get her killed, because hes to shy to tell her how he really feels. The plan backfires and he goes to jail. He has time to reflect in jail and decides that hes a homosexual and that is why he was unhappy.
>When he looks in the mirror and finds the name Avery written on his chest he assumes that to be the name of his true love and goes out on a quest to find her.
It's about a twenty-something depressed artist. He has issues connecting with people because he sees through all the social niceties of everyday life, and thusly seems to be rude/arrogant. One day while he's taking pictures next to a book store, he meets a girl who tries to save him from his cynicism. Partly autobiographical.
The life story, from birth to death, of an Italian master-of-disguise (yes it is a reference to the movie) traveling throughout Renaissance Europe, the Levant, and the Middle East in order to win the affections of the (now) Duchess Desideria Diamante, whom he fell in love with as a young age at Carnival. Themes would include: identity, the forms of love, fate and destiny, and gender.
I would be kind of a whimsical, quixotic, picaresque style novel with elements of tragedy and farce. A loveable but multi-faceted cast of central characters, exotic and fantastical locales, and a mostly light plot that gradually builds to a titanic conclusion. I have a great portion of the plot planned out at this point, but I just haven't done the requisite research to make the setting believable. Some day.
Would really like to call it "The Master of Disguise" but...the movie.
Would /lit/ read?
Man, honestly that sounds like something I'd really enjoy if written right but are you sure you can write it right? Do the idea justice?
Also fuck that name. Fuck that name with all my heart.
I had originally thought my idea (>>6395355) would be better as a screenplay, so I planned it pretty carefully and made a list of about 35 ordered scenes. Trying to sustain interest was the main difficulty though, and part of the reason why I decided to switch and try to write it in novel form instead.
Yeah, I know that the premise is totally cliche, but I feel like if it's written well and self-aware and the setting is put together well it could be a good read. But who knows if I'll ever be able to achieve that level of writing.
I'm not interested in him actually consummating his love for the Duchess, but in portraying the pitfalls of selfless love and the different types of love (love between friends, love of family, sexual love, religious faith etc.) that he encounters along the way.
He's basically gonna get his ass rejected and cucked when she finds out this crazy guy has been following her all over the world and die in a tower in Dalmatia hallucinating that he's the Pope..
Kind of like Don Quixote/Count of Monte Cristo/ Gargantua and Pantagruel/Love in the Time of Cholera liberally sprinkled with magical realism
Heck's teeth, this is so obviously an exercise in self-flattery. Sorry, but thinking you see through the niceties is arrogance. The niceties are just ways we avoid being dicks to each other. Only a petulant child gets wound up about just not being a dick. This is just a book about how you think you deserve a magic girlfriend for being clever. Please rethink.
Right now? I have know clue if I could do the idea justice. I would definitely not undertake it as my first novel and would want to be a scholar of the Renaissance before even touching it. But it's a magnum opus, a big idea which I love to write one day and write it well.
It would probably also have to be really long, as many picaresque novels tend to be. So no clue. But some day, we'll see.
And yeah, the title will probably be some kind of listing of his many titles and disguises---but that might come off as either masturbatory or a throwback to the picaresque classics
I'll try to put it all in one sentence:
A man finds God/his deceased daughter as a ghost that only manifests itself in the internet, which in the book is presented as this digital, surreal Louis Carroll-esque world.
It would be nice if he confused worlds and did something heinous in the real one. Or forgot which world he was in and couldn't go back to the other. Or the worlds bleed into each other; ie he does something bad in one and in the other it faintly happened.
A great empire that formed not too long ago under the influence of a religion that may or may not parallell Islam has reached a secluded region of the world, where there's a little coastal town that they are now annexing. Annexing means absorbing and forcing to assimilate, and to do so, the empire means to kill the princess of the town, who the townsfolk see as the new Messiah of their own fate as she is the offspring of a virgin birth. To protect the faith, the princess, and his own interests, a thief with a heart of gold steals her away, and they flee together into the wild dunes of the land "Harabah."
I want to make a video game dealing with determinism with a splash of Old Testament.
Effectively God creates free will and loses his omniscience and becomes mortal. He does this by placing certain stones around his creation. You start with a cutscene of your characters life and discover you were cursed to ruin your people. In an effort to escape he seeks the stones and once he finds them the camera is controlled by you for the rest of the game, with no UI or anything else.
I know it sounds cheesy. I have a clear idea for the combat system and the art style though.
A young doctor struggles with the question of whether he is truly depressed or simply wants to be depressed because it would make him feel like less of a failure for being a foreveralone dickwad (i.e. it would medicalise his problems and absolve him of responsibility). He ruminates on our odd fluctuating sense of time, on his mediocre childhood and the guilt it has left him with, and the question of whether he can ever be sure of what kind of person he is (he suspects he is an unlikeable bore, but can't judge objectively). He goes on a couple of bad dates over a period of two years and often thinks about how he would kill himself if he had the guts.
Over time he slowly realises that he has just made bad decisions in life, and really shouldn't have become a doctor and should have put more effort into the relationships he regrets having fucked up. He slowly develops a stoic approach to his life, and with the help of antidepressants is able to stop worrying and just work, while knowing that life is shit and probably always will be.
Mostly autobiographical, and a lot of it would just be about the weirdness of life in a hospital and the various moral ambiguities it presents. And yes I know The House of God already did it, but ya know what, fuck it.
I's like Fate/Stay Night, but the "servants" are actually living personifications of various concepts. Everything from birds to fish, fire, the moon, war, music, etc; are all represented. Ostensibly they all have the same level of power, but some of them have jurisdictions over others, and many of them aren't suited to fighting at all. The main character ends up meeting and contracting the entity of Fungi, who, while not hugely powerful, is a surprisingly decent combatant.
Aside from that, I don't really have much of a plot. I've started writing my first real (different) book, and It's looking like this idea is pretty infeasible. I've heard the "perfect" ideas of most writers who are actually successful never see the light of day anyway, so I'm not too worried.