/lit/ - Literature

>>10514689
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So it's the new year and I have embarked upon my year of writing in my grandparents' cabin on the outskirts of Oshu in Iwate Prefecture, Japan. I've only been here for 4 days and I never imagined life could be this joyous and wonderful. The fresh clean air, the beautiful bucolic Japanese countryside, the rattling of the train as it passes by in the night and the whirring of the cicadas under the placid sun during these cool winter days. All of these things in conjunction have done wonders for my health and have been a wellspring of inspiration for me; I've already written 3,000 more words of my novel. It's such a incredible feeling knowing that I have absolutely no responsibilities other than to work on my art. I feel like a landed 19th century aristocrat, a relic of a bygone era where men like myself with superior taste and judgement were given the ultimate affordance of leisure time in order to bless the arts and letters with our genius.

How is your own writing coming along /lit/?

Are you having a pleasant week?