Rushed to the finish line

Athletes thrive on energy. They exercise tirelessly with one goal in mind; to be the best, the biggest, the quickest. Usain Bolt thrives on speed, on power, on technique. His entire body lives for the moment when he comes first: The first to the finishing line, the best in his field. Authors are very similar to athletes; they work tirelessly, day in and day out, typing furiously on their computers hoping for J.K Rowling masterpieces. Problem is like Usain Bolt they rush to the finish line, forgetting the finesse, the technique, the details required to tell a beautiful story. Time and time again I've read books that could become something more but the author rushes, she grips you from the beginning then lets you down. She begins with good intentions, sucking you in with her charismatic characters, you fall in love with her words then like a rat down a drain pipe she forces you into a sewage pit. The ride is beautiful, fun, the fall almost as painful. The pain seeing what could be, knowing it never could.