They are everywhere.
A lot of times, we know their names before we even know what they look like. Sometimes, we may never even see them.
They sit on thrones of chrome and fine leather, sometimes just an ordinary sofa. For some, the bare floor, and at other times they may settle for a café somewhere.
From tools of feather pens and parchment, to note pads and keypads, their fingers run or fly. They obey the signals of their minds and create a world for everyone to ooh and aah.
We are their subjects, willing or not. They keep us enchanted under the spell of their words, controlling our emotions and our actions.
This women’s month, I honour all the women writers making magic with words.