>“Yes,” said Paul automatically. As they entered a building, a few minutes later, he sort of glanced at Michelle and was surprised to see her grinning, then couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Sometimes, during an argument, feeling like he’d been acting in a movie and the scene had ended, Paul would suddenly grin, causing Michelle to grin, and they’d be able to enjoy doing things together again, for one to forty hours, but that hadn’t happened this time, partly because Michelle had grinned first. Paul looked away, slightly confused, and suppressed his grin. “What,” he said in an unintentionally loud monotone, unsure what he felt exactly, and they entered a large, mundane elevator, whose door closed slowly.”
Why haven't you published anything already, anon?
Tao works quite hard on his books, and they're more than just "omg mumblecore alternative slacker" literature. /lit/ hasn't published anything because no one here actually knows how to write well. People here live in their heads, in their fantasies, in their pseudo-intellectual criticisms, in their ironic distance. They cannot do good work.
I have actually gotten a few short stories published. Nothing that pays yet, but it's a start.
Ive come to the conclusion that his writing is a sincere attempt at writing serious lit using vapid contemporary text speak. I guess he's progressing form? But taipei is so fucking boring, had to put it down
>>7893505
You're not wrong about /lit/, but Tao is an insufferable pseud without much to say.go to bed, Tao.
did somebody say SINCERE
>>7893497
This isn't too bad, in my opinion. I like how the writing gives a similar feeling to the reader of what Paul is feeling. You really feel that awkward vibe as your eyes dance along the words, in the same way Paul is assuredly feeling the same way while going through this experience with Michelle. In this case, I think it works well.
