📒 Two writers, one city. One year. Both struggling towards the same goal, their approaches as opposite as their personalities. Two manuscripts, twelve months to see their respective dreams realized, or squandered forever. Red, more interested in drowning his God-given genius in pop culture cliche, is all about excess; more drugs, more steroids, and more dirty-pretty-dirty girls, hoping to mask insecurity in a meticulously orchestrated cover-boy facade. If only he could apply such structure to his writing... Or... Blue, basking in over-analyzed and imagined shortcomings, his loathing self-criticism fighting daily with the optimism in the pages, could he focus to write as often, would undoubtedly propel him into the echelons of post-everything buzz-authors. With the differences between them narrowing as quickly as the distance, a revelation masked as a chance meeting will link their destinies and send them kicking and screaming into a life they've only pretended to be prepared for.