Today is the day.

Whole lives will be changed. The battle with my sworn enemy will determine my country’s fate. “Victory!” my people cry. I pray that I might bring it to them.

And yet I’m not as anxious as I would have supposed. My pen is my sword, my paper my shield. Words shall be drawn like blood, armies large as paragraphs shall fall. Triumph! I shall bring triumph and glory to my land, my people, my name.

My eraser, my valiant horse, is ready for combat. I watched my squire groom it myself early in the morn. It gleams pink, ready to attack any offending letter, word, or sentence in my path.

And so, heart pounding, I set off on this day of all days to conquer my greatest nemesis—writer’s block.