13.1.12

Entry 507

With but a ghost of a chance and a few worn out clichés he set out to battle the literary monster one last time. Win or die became his creed. Armed with spell check, a worn keyboard with fading letters, tired old eyes and too little memory he turned up the RAM on his aging digital war machine. Today would be his D-day, the day of the digital invasion, Be it alone or with others he had made up his mind. Operation Enduring Digitarti would be only moments away.

But first he required breakfast and a shower.

To be continued...