I stared at the blank Microsoft Word document in front of me. Chapter One was completed and behind me. And next was Chapter Two. And it was staring blankly into my eyes.
"What am I going to do?" I asked aloud.
I waited. Well, I didn't really wait. God didn't reply right away, so I assumed no matter how long I would have waited, he still would ignore me. I guess that's the problem with not believing.
I rose to my feet and started shouting. "CHAPTER 2, what are you???"
I lifted my arms up in the air and growled loudly. This was a technique from my old high school English class to solve writers' block. Or it could have been an old dodgeball technique for intimidating the enemy. Truth is, I didn't pay much attention in either class.
It wasn't working! Nothing was coming to me. I was feeling that I may be doomed to never finish my novel. And I got angry. So angry I continued growling!
Then I thought about my dream. I could hear the words of little cartoon Linderman.
Pot pies?? What the heck is he talking about? That doesn't help me!
So now what? Do I give up? Do I flush the dream of being a novelist? Well, metaphorically that is, since the bucket they gave me doesn't have flushing capabilities.