The wind shifts mid-month and a chill creeps through the window.
The window you THOUGH you'd closed up tight.
Should I? You ask yourself. Or shouldn't I?
The choice is yours, to let It in or let it pass.
Either way, It's THERE, seeping into your consciousness and haunting your normally placid life. If you say "no", It taunts you from the bushes, nips at your heels and calls your name, unbidden, in the night.
If you say "yes", well, It's relentless.
Your days, your nights, suddenly fill with the clacking; your eyes go bloodshot; your fingers ache. You'll wake, drenched in sweat, wondering if you'll make it, wondering if you should bow out.
But you won't.
Gird your loins, Dear Writer, and sharpen your wits.
IT'S ALMOST HERE...