It is midnight and a candle is burning, all the while his brain is churning. Music plays in the dark background, computer keys clicking is the only other sound. Maniacal scribbling on a white sheet of paper is nearby his bed; they are the ramblings that will help him bear his soul and empty his head.
As the half naked madman types away throughout the night, his bloodshot eyes are filled with a crazed delight. His sweaty hands try to keep up with his frantic mind, as his passion unfolds. His breath is calm, yet he cannot rest until the current story is told.
He will not sleep until the vision in his mind is brought to fruition; ideas will haunt his mind until brought into this world--it is their mission. All writers think they know their stories well, yet only the stories know what they truly want to tell.
