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Lits. Lits! For literary fiction, as opposed to genre fiction. Is this another workshop site for writers? No. This is another writing site for writers. Our focus is to provide fun ways to encourage writers to write every day. What happens here? We have a parade! Every week. A parade where you can flash your stuff, where you can show off what you got, where you can collect beads and doubloons, and on particularly misty nights, when the moon is new, and the bourbon is old, you might join us in the dark, smoky back room, where you might put up your ante, and walk away with the pot. Why do I have to register? This is a password protected site. We do this to help protect your copyright from anonymous thieves, and to preserve the “unpublished” state of your work so that you can freely submit it for publication elsewhere. Registration is free and easy. How does this parade work? Big Shot will post a secret topic. Those who dare to flash will access the topic, write for ninety minutes, and then submit their work to Big, who will then display it, anonymously, to all the others who dared to flash. All the flashers will read, comment, and vote on the submitted flashes. I’m a beginner. Will I have to compete against professionals? Yes! Imagine how much you’ll learn. I’m a professional. Will I have to compete against peons? Yes! Imagine how often you’ll win! What do I win? You show us your lits, we’ll give you some beads. You win a place in Court Ball Royalty we’ll give you some doubloons. But trinkets aside, more than anything else, you get a piece of literary fiction, all your own, to play with, to savor and love, to send out into the world, perchance to adorn you with recognition and accolades and worldwide acclaim! What if I don’t win? What if people make fun of me? You will still get beads, if you show me your lits. And you will get a story. Besides, you’ll be masked. You don’t have to take off your mask if you don’t want to. And think of all you’ll learn. What if I write genre fiction? What if I like creatures and dragons and fair maids and wicked overlords, not to mention evil robot monkeys? There’s a place for you! Liberty Hall, whose founder, Mike Munsil, graciously gave us all that you see herein, is peopled with all manner of expert crafters in the SF/F/H realms. Go there and prosper! So, this place is only for writers of literary fiction? Yes. And we’re not sorry. But we are open to slipstream, magic realism and cross-genre works. How do I sign up? Register. Return the auto-generated Email. Post a message in the Welcome Forum. Will I be terned away if my speeling’s not so gud? And my grammer, too? Not necessarily, but we do ask that you have a workable knowledge of the English language. If you don’t, we suggest you go elsewhere to learn and then come back. Do I have to use my real name? This is Mardi Gras—parades, balls, general mayhem. Wear a mask if you’d like. We only ask that your name sound like a real name. If your name is Peter, you can sign up as Willie. Or you can sign up as Peter. Whichever you prefer. Or Dick. Or Luigi—not that I know anybody who ever named it Luigi. Speaking of that, will there be any naughty content? Did you see the Mardi Gras part? Parades, balls, general mayhem? Did you see the literary fiction part? Of course there will be naughty stuff. Naughty, naughty, naughty stuff. Uncensored. So if you’re not 18, you cannot come in. Period. The end. Don’t even ask. If you are 18 and might be offended by that which spews forth from literary minds, this place probably isn’t for you. (Although, it should go without saying that not all stuff which spews forth from literary minds is naughty. Perhaps only a small percentage is. Pie anyone?) Who are you, anyway? We are the world. We are the people. (Remember that?) One of us is a technical genius, and an all around knowing soul. One of us sells mattresses, which is what happens when you go to a four year college, for like, seven years. One of us stuck her neck out to do this which is what happens when you go to a four year college, for like, seven years. We are Mike, Ricky, and Errid. My, how you do go on. Let the party begin. |
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