Its grip was tight around my brain. I screamed my outrage, “Let me go!” Its’ reply was cold and cruel, and once more he starved me of words. But I must go back! I thought to myself, I must! I must! They expect me there! I’ve been gone for months! It taunted me again and gripped tighter. “Off you foul fiend! I have things to do! Plots to continue! Characters to make! Challenges to create!” No reply this time. And so it leaves me suspended in darkness; the world as blank and desolate as my mind. “Damnation!” I hissed quietly to myself. “Writer’s Block, you horrid creature. You pathetic excuse for a thing. You mess of a monster, you tormentor, you failure! Leave me now and let me work!” The steely grip lessened. “AHA! I have won you filthy mutt! Be gone with you! Gone! GONE!” I tossed my head back in a flurry of fiery hair, letting loose a howling laugh.

“I’m free! Free at last!” I exclaimed, voice filled with pure euphoria. “Time to get crackin’! I’ve got things ta do!