Enthrall – definition: to hold spellbound; captivate; to be amazed
As writers and authors we endeavor to captivate our readers with the stories we write. We want them to immerse themselves in the imaginary world we create. Defined and believable characters, good plot structure and compelling situations are all required in a novel narrative.
Enhancing our writing skills assists us in achieving the goal of amazing our readers. There are a multitude of books on the market to help us perfect our writing.
Do you have a favorite ‘how to write’ book?
I found these excellent links, which focus on the captivating element:
Apprehension – awareness in advance, or anticipation of adversity or misfortune
When submitting to competitions, it is always with slight apprehension. Is the piece good enough? Does it align to the criteria? After reading past winners is our submission as exceptional?
To lessen the self doubt we can submit pieces just for fun. As I recently did with this short piece to another blogger after she requested her followers pick a prompt for her to write on. You can see her response here:
There was Humphrey, big, bold and yellow. Weren’t shadows supposed to be black or at least grey? Martin only knew the brightness of the object before him from as long as his memory allowed. As a small child, Martin played for hours with his yellow playmate, making his parents happy that he could entertain himself so well at such an early age. They boasted about his ability until that fateful day.
“Your first day at school, Martin. Are you excited?”
“Yes, very. Humphrey and me will have such fun there.”
“Now, Martin, that’s enough of this Humphrey nonsense. Big boys don’t have invisible playmates, we’ve told you that before.”
“Yes, son you have to be a big boy at school. You want to fit in with all the other children don’t you?”
Martin looked from mother to father to Humphrey in bewilderment. Why wasn’t Humphrey allowed to go to school with him? When Martin protested that Humphrey was real, his parents got mad and forbid him from mentioning his invisible friend again. Tears flowing down his cheeks, Martin ran to his room shouting back as he went that Humphrey wasn’t invisible at all. In fact he was bright yellow and his parents must be blind if they couldn’t see him. Martin didn’t get supper that evening.
Now Martin sat on a park bench unable to steady his emotions. He had needed to walk away from Cheryl and Tommy for a few moments. Humphrey had been his dark secret for decades. A constant companion through school and college but never shared with anyone not even Cheryl. They had courted and married without Cheryl ever knowing she was part of a trio.
“Daddy, are you alright? Did I do something bad?”
Tommy’s little face shone up at Martin, an innocent five year old, who saw the world as a fascinating place.
“No, Tommy, you didn’t do anything bad. It’s just that no one else has ever seen Humphrey. I was shocked when you asked him to play with us.”
A shadow fell over father and son. Martin looked up at Cheryl unsure how she would react. He sighed with relief when he saw her smiling.
“Now your secret is out maybe you can be a more relaxed person, Martin. What do you think?”
“I love you both more than ever before. Come on Humphrey we need to make sandcastles.”