A novelist died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell. She decided to check out each place first.
As the novelist descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes."Oh my," said the novelist. "Let me see heaven now."
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
"Wait a minute," cried the novelist. "This is just as bad as hell!"
"Oh no, it's not," replied an unseen voice. "Here, your work gets published."
LOL! Not theologically correct, but in one sense, this is entirely true . . .
~~Angie
That is too funny! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteAn eternity of writing without publishing? Yikes!!!!! Thanks for the laugh, Angie!
ReplyDeleteI just picked up The Novelist at the library...I can't wait to read it! I think I was the first one to check it out *yeah for me*
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