There’s this author guy. Yes, a writer by trade. He’s in his mid-thirties and married to a nice lady.
He’s had a few successes but his Publishing House is demanding something special otherwise they are going to drop him. But he’s struggling with writer’s block. He just can’t seem to get his creative juices flowing. He sits, staring at his word processor, and the screen is blank.
Across the way from his place is an adjacent flat that has been empty for a couple of years. But, every now and then he sees this lady through the window. He’s checked on the accommodation and has been told that it has been up for sale and is not currently occupied.
Occasionally, the lady looks over at him, as if to beckon him. He wonders if this is all in his imagination.
He decides to find out …
