Spy Thy Neighbor

Can desperation make you delusional?

I flew across the country with one goal in my mind... finish my book... and perhaps lick the wounds of my shredded heart. My editor was screaming for the first draft, my agent was nagging for teasers, and my publisher was reminding me that my strict deadline was only weeks away. However, there was a dilemma: I had writer's block. Not a little spanner thrown into the works writer's block. Writers. Block.

Just as I was about to call in defeat, I spotted him...