As Mort sat at his laptop he sighed in frustration. It was two o'clock in the morning yet he was wide awake and in a very sour mood right now. He reached into a draw he pulled out two things: a cigarette packet and a slinky. He quickly glanced over to your room as he pulled out a cigarette. "Oh well" he muttered lighting it up and quickly stuffing the packet back into the draw. He leaned back in his chair and started playing with the slinky like he used to when he had writers block. Suddenly, he leaned over the keyboard and started typing furiously.
A little while later he heard a noise behind him. He looked around and saw Katie standing there with her laptop tucked under her arm. He quickly hid the full ashtray out of her view and pulled a stool out beside him. "You can plug your laptop in here and then do what you have to do" he said gesturing towards the empty plug socket. "Thanks" replied Katie, slightly straightening he playboy tank top before she sat down. Mort, now that his writers block had come back decided to watch her for a little while. He looked at the screen as she opened up a document on Microsoft word. His eyes widened as he saw how much she had written already. There were pages and pages of her writing. He looked at her, waiting for her to do something but she just sat there staring into space with a blank expression on her face. Then her expression changed. She looked as though a light had just been lit in her head as she began to type. Mort read over her shoulder as she wrote more and more, stopping occasionally to catch her breath.
Then just as suddenly as she'd started typing, she stopped. He watched as she stared at the screen. He knew that look only too well. She had contracted writers block. Katie placed her hand on the mouse pad and highlighted a small paragraph. Just as she was about to press delete she heard Mort quietly say "Please don't delete it, its good." As she turned around to face him, his hand shot out and grabbed hers. As he gently pulled her hand away from the delete button Katie felt herself blushing. "Don't delete it. Just leave it and take a break" he said soothingly not taking his hand off of hers. Katie looked down and Mort pulled his hand away and turned back to his own story. He looked around at Katie and saw that she had saved her work and was now opening up the internet. He saw her type in a website and log in. As soon as she got onto the website she typed "Hey all! Sorry but I may be out of touch for the next few weeks as I'm staying with my favourite author Mort Rainey! When I heard that he'd sent a letter of recommendation to my college after reading my story I thought it was a wind up. Especially after I got a letter inviting me to stay at his house. But I'm here now and it has been great so far! I've got to go now but I'll try to keep you posted! Love you all chow for now!" into her blog.
Her long red/brown hair hung loosely around her waist as she stood up and unplugged her laptop. "Where are you going" asked Mort disappointed. "Just putting this away and then I'll go draw or something…" Katie replied walking out of the room. As Mort stared after her he heard a chilling southern accent coming from behind him "Hello Morty boy"