Things That Bang

So, here I am writing a grand novel. Right! Its so grand that I haven't gone beyond the sixth chapter in about five months. People generally finish an entire series by that time. What's holding me back? I could blame it on laziness, my tots, domesticity, the rain, the heat, sweat, sex...ahem...you get what I mean.

The words here are 'distraction' and lack of courage. You read it right- its lack of courage and bit of doubt. Fine, its like bucket full of doubt and more spilling over into the shower area, the pee pot, the drain hole- the entire damn loo. The entire stinky deluge of not believing that someone would really want to read what I have to say makes me not take it seriously.

The word- Rejection- scares me!! I don't dream of my work becoming the next Harry Potter more like the next trash filler. Its stuck at a point the characters are left hanging. Even now I stare at the screen and think of millions of things that need to be done, can be done right now or for the rest of my life but writing the 7th chapter just doesn't seem to be happening.