The Writer’s Block
By Eve Morton
Jack’s only goal—at least, at first—was keeping the lights on.
After leaving his boyfriend of seven years, Carl, he moved into a shitty one-bedroom across town. It was the only place he could afford without his business-oriented boyfriend’s five-digit paycheck every month. His was barely three. He didn’t mind his poverty, at first. It seemed rustic. It seemed like he was truly starting over, with nothing but a shirt and a rickety desk, and he would prosper if he put his mind to it.
That sort of optimism wore away fast.
His small apartment with paper-thin walls overlooked a dumpster for a Chinese restaurant. When summer came, the smell of moo shu became a true problem, along with the screaming arguments of the couple next door. Jack dealt with both issu
