Have you ever been stabbed?
Murder is brutal, but I guess that there’s one form for killing that’s worse than all the others:
The random killings.
These are the ones that make us question WHY?
And WHAT IF?
Why him?
What if he hadn’t been there at that exact moment?
And then there are the slow killings… Those are more methodical.
It’s planned, performed and done.
Slowly and very effectively.
Just like the spider that once bit my mother.
After three days of intense pain, it finally died.
But no, I’m not talking about homicide. I’m talking about murder of self-confidence. Murder of imagination.
My friend Met from Germany is a young guy with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He just told me how a random teacher in school gave him a "D" after he wrote a short horror story. That was his last attempt at writing fiction.
"Why?"
"Oh, I can’t write stories."
"How many famous German novels do you know?" I wasn’t about to give up so easily. "And you let a random German teacher judge your ability to write?"
Five minutes later I received a touching poem Met had just written.
He stabbed back at the random killer.
I bet you can do that same.
How about setting a deadline now for your next product?
Best regards,
P.S. I should set a deadline, too 😉 But you first!