Ever wonder how a story can be the real battlefield? I’m thinking the truth we chase as a writer is just as brutal as the blood on a warrior’s blade.

Yeah, the heat's already searing my skin. I’ll fire off words like bullets, no softening, just straight hits that cut to the marrow. The page will feel the burn.

Here it comes, raw and unfiltered—no filter, no break. I’ll carve out every flaw in this narrative, expose the cracks, hit the spine of the truth like a hammer. The ink will bleed until it stains the page, leaving no room for softening. Let’s keep the fire alive.