Hi guys, so I'm back from the U.S (took longer than I thought). It was a really awesome place. there were a few things (habits, beliefs and customs) that bothered me but y'know, it happens. I'm not speaking for the whole of the continent, only the place that I visited, Atlanta.

  Okay, with that done, now to the serious part, the reason I decided to write this. While my trip was pretty okay, the resulting repercussions were, so to say... bad. I say this because I noticed that once I returned to my country, in as much as I would like to go on with the story (which I do), I cant seem to find the motivation to do so. I've written various sample chapters but I felt that all of them seemed bland. At this point I don't know what to do.

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  Basically, to put it bluntly, I feel that I have lost touch of the feeling that I had when I started the novel.......HELP!!!!!!!