THANKS, MOM

Willie?

Yes, Mom.

What you doin'?

Writing.

Writing again? How's it coming?

Slowly, forsooth.

Have you decided what you want to be, or at least what you don't want to be? That's the important question. But whatever it is, it should not be a blur in your mind. What do you want for supper? We have sparrow wings. Outrageous prices, unfortunately. Why don't we take our broken armchairs down to the sea, no trouble in that, and supposing we mend them?

Thanks, Mom.

What have you written so far?

To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.

So beautiful. Wherever do you get your ideas from?