“Words are my tools,” says Fiona Harper, the wordsmith behind MiTribe Media.

“My days are spent writing, reading, rearranging or editing them. I’ve also been known to create a few of my own. Yes gliking (as in glam hiking) I’m looking at you.”

“Words jubilantly slip into my bed at night jeering and jostling amidst the jumble of slumber. Recalcitrant ramblings are with me when I wake, clamoring for clarity before the first cup of tea is brewed. On most days they’ve fallen nicely into line by the time my computer is switched on and I start writing.”

“Other days? Admittedly there are days when the words congeal like an unappetising dogs breakfast before I can convince them to behave and get into line. Sometimes the words end up in a beguiling discombobulation of mixed metaphors before they fall into place with just the right amount of zing. “

“Words hitch a ride with me up mountains, under the sea and across forest trails. They’ll never turn down an invitation to join me on a tropical island, lulled into submission by a gentle trade-wind whooshing through the fronds of a coconut palm.”

Like me, words are equally partial to a mojito or a marathon. They flutter in the breeze like a luffing headsail patiently waiting for a sailor to trim the sheets. Stashed in my backpack alongside the cameras, words compete with images for attention.”

Words. They are indeed demanding little critters that command respect.