The Author

            The author stood fearlessly on the mountaintop, and even the wind and snow sticking in his beard could not deter his steely gaze. In the rest of the story leading up to this climax, he had been trapped in every imaginable trap and hindered by every imaginable hindrance. But in his eyes, on that lonely mountaintop, you could read the determination that got him there.

            Yes, of course I am the author to which I refer. But is that scene real? The reader cannot know for certain. Wait though, neither can the author.

            Because most times, the author is afraid.