Since the beginning of time, people are wired to think that art is only paintings or drawings; and talent, only singing, acting or dancing. They never much gave credit to another set of wild creatives, the ones who bother to write for them the newspapers and magazines they read, on very low wages and under time pressure. What about the scriptwriters who write the box office movie hits? Were they given any credit, other than what is obvious? No, only the actors and director, who- thank you, for your splendid job by the way, but without the movie’s brainchild- the screen writer, none of the success that followed would have been possible. Like a pianist obscured when the audience is captivated by the singer’s voice, everyone forgets the writer, the poet, who write for their ink stained passion within their veins.