I’ve got my novel finished, I’m about to hit that magic “save and publish” button on Amazon, when a Grammar Nazi knocks me out of my chair in a flying tackle. “NO!” he screams. “TOO MANY SENTENCE FRAGMENTS!” He tries to stab me with a red pen, holding it in an icepick grip. I check his forearm with mine and stop the pen from plunging down. He laughs evilly and the pen-tip begins morphing into a set of demonic tentacles. They slink slowly through the air toward my face (Ha! I KNEW that those pens were filled with unholiness!). Sweat springs out on my brow as I look desperately around for something…ANYTHING. I see my eReader in arm’s reach and I fumble it open to Echo. Magic flash. Wonder Woman crashes through my window with tucked knees and crossed arms. She begins kicking the crap out of the Grammar Nazi, once, twice—I hear his ribs crumple as he vomits blood—then she soccer-kicks him through the wall. A dozen more Grammar Nazis burst through the opening, holding grammar handbooks and sword-sized red pens. She mows them down with a chain of whirling kicks and WWE full-body slams. Once she’s done, she gives me a solid kiss on the mouth, slings me over her shoulder, and spanks my ass as we fly off together. Tears of gratitude stream down my face and trickle over my giant, shit-eating grin.