The LitMode 100 is equipped with the exquisiteness of the lyric essay, the multiplicity of creative nonfiction, the immediacy of journalism, the spectacle of drama, the sublimity of classic verse, the rigor of the historical study, the expansiveness of the novel, the intimacy of the memoir, the exactitude of the sestina, the compression of the short story, the imagistic purity of the haiku, and the up-to-date verisimilitude of an iTunes receipt.

The only limits are your imagination.

Here’s how it works: Say you’re three volumes into your five-volume “Biography of Neville Chamberlain” when an Atlantic Monthly cover story declares that Biography is Dead. You’ve explained the rise of Hitler in clear, easy-to-read prose for the lay reader, but can you survive the death sentence of your genre? Roll with it — and Snap it on. Suppose you like the “roominess” of the essay, but you also want the license to make things up while staying in your comfort zone of nonfiction. No problem. Take the Narrative base unit and Snap on the Memoir and Fabulist GenForms. Voilà! It’s so easy even a first-semester M.F.A. student can do it.

Maybe you just need a change of pace. Suppose you’ve built your reputation on maximal doorstops. How do you keep it up? Let’s face it, it’s exhausting thinking up new crap all the time. Start out with the Poetic base unit to limit the scope, and then Snap on Hermetic for obscurity, and Pomo for structural daring. You’re staying true to who you are as an artist, but instead of a marathon, it’s like running a few laps around the park before a hearty Sunday brunch.

Choose one GenForm for the office, and another for kicking back at home. Use one Combo to wow them round the campfire at a writers colony, and another to demonstrate your bona fides at the academic conference honoring a recently deceased eminence. Halfway through a novella when The New York Review of Books declares the novella dead? Grab the Poetic base unit and take it for a spin. When someone sends you a link to a story denigrating “workshop poems,” don’t sit around and mope. Try Narrative for a while until the tempest blows over.

Or, Snap it on.

Let’s say you wake up in the morning and you’re feeling Narrative Coming-of-Age Third Person Omniscient.

Snap it on!

Around lunchtime you experience intimations of mortality and get a hankering for Poetic Hermetic Quotidian.

Snap it on!

Then when it’s time for a night out with some drunken Russian symbolists, you switch to Narrative Lyrical Mimetic and hit the town without care.