Enigmatic

Some writers write in slow motion. The plot, if there is a plot, crawls along. The characters move in a dead march. They measure their words with an eye dropper. Twenty pages later a conundrum forces its way onto the page. One character is stymied by the road block to his wishes. The conflict remains muted, buried deep within the character's psyche, yet there's a change—barely perceptible. Angst.

I have 100 pages to go to finish the book. The protagonist doesn't know what is happening to his life. I want to clue him in, explain the conflict, give him a few options. If I don't do so I fear that the ending will wilt on the page.

The character merges into the landscape and the reader remains staring at the final page.