As the sunlight seeped into my room at the crack of dawn, I woke up from my deep sleep. The day that I had waited for stretched before me. I would not waste another moment in bed because I can rest for an eternity when I die. I jumped out of bed and got dressed. I got ready for my morning routine.

As I opened the front door, I felt the cool breeze hit my face which sent chills down my spine. I felt my feet hit the hard ground as I broke into a run. The minutes passed into hours as I felt the energy seep out of my body. I kept pushing myself searching for the plateau of the mind. I felt my mind turn off as the intense pain became just a murmur. I had hit that sweet spot in my run where I no longer felt anything.

After I reached home I went to my bathroom. I turned on the shower which sent a cold blast of water onto my face. I jumped up in my skin in response to the freezing cold water, but I stood my ground. I knew that I needed this on this fateful day to awaken my mind.

After the cold shower, I had eggs for breakfast. I focused on each bite as I tried not to think about the day ahead. Satisfied with the warm meal, I started my training for the day. I went over every possible article and video relating to my art that I could.

My mind drifted to the moment when it all would come to an end. Will it be worthwhile? Will it just be another loss, added to my already long line of losses? I had come out battered and bruised from my last attempt. I almost gave up all hope. However, I decided to give it one more shot. I had put every ounce of energy into this final attempt.

It dawned on me that I have done my best. The rest I will leave up to fate. Whatever may come is no longer my concern. Loss or win I am proud of myself. That is all that matters.

I walked to my desk in the adjoining room. I looked at the heap of papers lying in a neat pile on top of the desk. I sat down on the rickety chair and picked up the pen. As I drifted into the Story, I wrote the final page of the novel. I wrote the end at the bottom of the page and put the page underneath the pile. I had completed another novel. What may come of it is unknown, but my mind is satiated.

I had won the fight.