The missing inspiration
John was a novelist. At least, that’s what he liked telling himself. He had written a book once, almost three years ago. A story set on Mars, with large conspiracies, war, androids, implied aliens. It had it all, and it was surprisingly successful. And people would add him on social media, congratulating, asking questions ranging from specifics about the Mars’s domes and monorails, to whether the main hero is really straight, or he was a bit too friendly with the local shopkeeper. And he liked answering the questions. He liked talking about what he called “his baby”. He liked it almost as much as the girls that would get with him just so they can post an Instagram story with a famous author. But three years is a long time, and people start forgetting. One can repost the same quotes only so many times, and John was already seeing his fan base drift away. He was even losing some followers. And now here he was, struggling with writer’s block. He had started multiple times on his s