confronting the hiatus

in confronting the hiatus, i brandish the shining sword of inspiration and clutch the shield of motivation, the sword i thrust far above my head and countless rays of light explode from its center, the shield gleams gold, and i leap towards my enemy with blade outstretched. the moment my feet leave the ground time slows, and i dexterously reposition my sword downward for a killing blow, noticing the perfect arc i am following through the air, mindful of the increasing space between my boot soles and the ground. my target is lashing its jowls in suspending time: the lips above his shining fangs betray long beads of spittle gathered in the jaws that hang down and whip to and fro as slimy pendulums. my sword meets its mark, the scaly neck, the shrill sound of steel against bone, the quick twist of the hilt and the fatal snap, and: the blog is written.