The familiar taste of lead fills his mouth. The smell of caffeine wafts through the dusty air. In the dim light, he can barely discern the outlines of the yellow pages on his desk. It is always frustrating, the feeling of being so close to completion, yet unable to come up with the perfect ending to a chapter, to a book.
“A writer’s block,” he muses to himself. He had always attempted to understand this phenomenon, but it still remains a mystery. A mental barrier which prevents him from thinking clearly. In addition, for him, it is the responsibility and emotional attachment he has towards his characters, which brings about fear that he is unable to give them an ending which they deserve.
The final paragraph of a book which he worked on for 6 years, it should be natural, shouldn’t it? Compared to the hardships faced building up to the climax, and delivering a epic climax, tying loose ends should be easy, right?
It isn’t. It never will be. No longer will there be moments of sadness and joy shared with his characters. He will move on to a new book, they will remain in the old one. He will never be satisfied, but to the best of his ability, he vows to give everyone a conclusion that we all deserve.
The movement of his pencil syncs with the flow of time. A wry smile of his face, his heart pounds. The final piece to complete an outstanding jigsaw puzzle is about to be written. May it be the most memorable one.
Prom @ Marina Bay Sands. Written on: 4.08pm
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