And lo, they did harness their Muses, stockpile their caffeine, and look out upon the blankness of the page. ..
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And November 1st shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we crazy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his ink with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And authors all in leisure now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon November’s morn.
*dramatic pose* RELEASE THE BUNNIES!!!