All In, a poem
Why are you doing this?
For myself.
Giving up that big job with the big pay, the big office and the big title
To write.
How much does it pay?
Nothing.
Why would you do that?
I’m a writer.
Can’t you write and work full time?
No.
Can’t you write and work part time?
No.
What are you going to do about your obligations?
I’m going to write.
What are people going to think?
They should think I’m a writer.
Isn’t this rather selfish?
Yes.
Then why do it, you are not selfish.
Today I am.
I don’t understand you.
I know. I’m a writer.
