Yes, it’s true. I am suffering a serious slump in my motivation. All I did last week was giving Chapter 9 a once-over and streamlining it a bit. That’s not much to show for an entire week, really. And it’s not because I don’t know how to continue with the next Chapter. Because I do. Honestly.
OK, I’ll come clear: I started reading a new book. A sci-fi thriller called “Dark Matter” by Blake Crouch. I am about 50 pages in and it is really good. Different style and perspective, he writes in first person and I in a close third-person. But he is good. The verdict is still out on his plot development skills but so far he managed to grab my attention. Nice descriptive style, staying close to the action. Three-dimensional scenes, the whole nine yards.
I need to get out of this funk and put my virtual pen to an equally virtual paper again. Make words that stick! Grab the reader by his quivering heart and make it beat in sync to the story. Like the captivating, entrancing effect of tribal drums. Tapping into the bottomless well of his emotions, snaking the probing tentacles of my engrossing prose deep inside the recesses of his brain. Rendering him spellbound, captivated and utterly incapable of putting the book down before the last page isn’t turned.
That’s what I’ll do! You better believe it!