Closed RP w/ @buttonssboutique
Deadlines were always... Interesting.
Written had found himself struggling to sleep, having a hard time keeping things straight, realized he was running low on inspiration. He decided that he wouldn’t leave his desk until he could think of something to finish the story. Something to really make his fans happy.
And that’s where his wife and children found him in the morning. his face pressed against the wooden desk, thick dark bags beneath his eyes, snoring slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was still think.
Stories have to have endings. That is the nature of stories, but the ending itself has two distinct choices. A flourish, or by the skin of teeth? Victory, or defeat? Celebration, or mourning? He may be asleep, but he was mind couldn’t settle, couldn’t find peace.
This isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last that Written Script worried like this, but that’s what writer’s love, making stories with good endings. Another snore eased out of his chest, making one of his daughters giggle as she watched him.
