Dipping the quill into the inkwell, Chris paused, not yet touching the parchment. Finally, he began to write his latest novel. It was called Mandy, and was inspired by his current muse, who whimpered piteously from her place on the bed.
His creative urges flowed freely, and soon the inkwell ran dry. With a sigh, he places the quill aside and rose.
Mandy whimpered as he approached, syringe in hand. “Just three more chapters,” he assured as the needle pierced her flesh.
Soon the masterpiece was complete, and sent to the editor, who never asked why Chris used red ink.