“Words are my gun and my spear.” — Daisy Utemorrah (from “The Storyteller of Mowanjum”)
Ms. Utemorrah is a native Australian, an Aboriginal. And a very wise woman.
There is a bit of warrior in most writers, I think. We do battle with the words, especially on a day when it is difficult to write. Will the words come or won’t they? We do battle with ourselves to do the “butt in the chair” time and not fold laundry instead. We do battle when we attempt to convince others to read our words, that what we have to say has merit. We battle the story itself when the characters suddenly do something we didn’t expect and refuse to do it any other way. (For characters ARE alive.)
Some writers battle against indescribable odds to get their words out to the rest of the world, to be heard by someone, anyone outside the prison of their minds or those very real walls behind which they are confined.
It’s all very romantic to be the lone warrior, but I don’t know…I value the companionship of like individuals along the road.