Copy Deadline

Up in his office, Mark Gibson shuffled through his creative concepts like a deck of cards, placing his bets. He’d spent the familiar long hours hunched over his laptop, and longer ones scribbling in his bedside notebook. He had portfolios of options, drawers full of thoughts, and absolutely nothing fit to air. He tried to deny it, talked himself up, but the realisation grew stronger. That magic spark had gone. He wondered if it would ever return. If not, he would take matters into his own hands...