Writer’s Block The word eludes me. “Done yet?” she interrupts. I scowl. “Looking for another Bestseller?” “Yep!” my assistant chirps. She loves launch parties. Sanity vanishes. I strike with my pen repeatedly. Blood oozes, and she dies at my feet. “Contract’s expired.” I blink. “There’s the word I was looking for… Expired.” (source) 6 views19:35
