Part of it is that I have this vision of a conversation with Odin.
Me: Great Odin, smite mine enemies and make them tremble in their piss filled boots.
Odin: Okay. Where's you spear.
Me: Haven't got one.
Odin: Scrub the rust of your axe.
Me: can't find it. It's in the garage some place.
Odin: Tell me you've at least called a lawyer. Hitman?
Odin: Oh forget it.
I'm not a warrior- I might have been one once.
I'm not a skald- oh I can write, but face to face I choke and snivel.
I'm not a seithr- I don't know where to begin.
But today I promise to try. There's got to be something around here I can arm myself with.