Word For Word

Chang almost throws his ink against the wall in frustration.There is a deadline approaching, the plot is going literally nowhere, his characters feel blander than a piece of bread on a good day, and his writing has been going more and more stale with each passing day.Like a broken record, he keeps repeating himself, running in circles, picking up his brush, writing half a chapter, only to throw it into the fireplace.“What good are my stories anyway…” He murmurs into his morning tea, “She might never read them anyway.”