I get down to work as does the creative director, a former writer, who sits alongside me and starts into what's left of the pile. I feel suitably guilty. The creative director is being civil, although he looks like he's holding something in. I suspect he doesn't want to spook the copy goose when he needs the eggs most. A few others are asked to join us in our little writing fest.
Day turns to night.
I'm clearly not the only one wondering. It's nine in the evening, and I've written up 30 products. There are 150 more to go between us, but I have to go. Before I do, the project manager walks up to me with a printout of an email from their client. It's so funny.