Hello, Caskett fans, this is my first "Castle" fanfiction. This story is a short one-shot piece or maybe a two-parter if reviews are good. Hope you like it and a word of advice, reviews are good, flames are not! If I see any reviews containing flames I will not hesitate to delete them. That is all and enjoy the story!
I walked over to my desk, sat down in my chair and turned on the desk lamp. A soft hum broke the calm morning silence as twin fluorescent bulbs flickered to life. I glanced around the room and noticed that my writing partners in crime all have a depressed and disapproving tone to the way they were placed on my desk. Who can blame them? Especially with the year that we just had? Suddenly, an idea came into my mind. I should give a State of the Union Address. It worked for the President of the United States, why not a famous novelist?
I stepped with teeming confidence into the centre of the room and cleared my throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, Hewlett-Packard, Apple, notebooks, pens, pencils, paper, stapler, and hole punch, I know that we have had a rough start to the new year, we have started and written many excellent novels together with Derrick Storm at the metaphorical helm and now Nikki Heat has taken over the reigns. We have also seen some equally excellent literary ideas flourish to their full potential. Yet now, our once full inspiration account is being overdrawn, and it seems that creativity may be at its end with the recent wave of Writer's Block. However, we shall not fear, there is hope for us yet!
I know that many of you have lost faith in my abilities as a novelist; even my agent has her doubts, but I stand before you today to assure you that I will get right back on the horse and develop a solid game plan for 2015. There is no doubt in my mind that this will be the greatest year ever. Once we were met with failure, yet we will continue to persevere until we stand at the end of 2015 on a mountain of completed writing. Keep faith, writing cohorts. Keep faith!"
I then imagined the various office supplies on my desk roaring with applause and cheers of hope as I smiled with the utmost confidence that another Nikki Heat masterpiece will soon be born. In your face, Patterson.
End.