“But I’m tapped-out!  I don’t have one original word left in me.  My mind’s a total blank, and he knows it.”

“You can do it.  You have to.  He’s got only five pages left.  When he finishes the last page, we’re dead.”

“Better dead than derivative.”

Perpetual optimist, he thought, “I’ll just write some books of my own!”

So he started writing. He found he loved writing so much he couldn’t stop himself to even read what he wrote. He just kept writing.

Too bad everything he wrote was crap.