A Writer's Funny

I couldn't help myself. Enjoy.

The writer died and met St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, "Since you were an author, you're going to get your choice of two places to spend eternity." St. Peter escorted the writer to the first area. There thousands of people were hunched over word processors, typing as fast as they could, sweat pouring off their brows, with a demon standing over each writer snapping a whip at the writer's head.

The author shuddered. "I don't want to stay here, St. Peter. This is Hell. What's my other choice?"

St. Peter nodded solemnly. "I thought you might not want to. I'll show you the better place."

At this location, hundreds of people were hunched over word processors, typing so fast their fingers were a blur. Sweat, tears, and blood pour down their faces, but they never stopped typing to wipe it away. Three demons stood behind each writer, hitting each with cat o'nine tails. Hounds from Hell snapped and snarled at each writer's feet.

The poor author wailed, "But… but… this is worse than the first place!!!"

St. Peter nodded and smile, "Yes, but these authors are published!"

Ah Ha Plotting moments

Well the good new is, the last couple of days have been ah ha moments with plotting my new WIP, although I'm not sure I want my villain, who is becoming more villainous daily, talking to me in my sleep. Hey, I do require some. Not much, but some. lol. And what I do get, I don't want interupted by the villain demanding I do things I don't want to do, and if I ignore him, he insists and gets really mean. Can I say S.T.O.P. In all honesty, I'm kinda glad he has come forth, because I'm writing every day. Yay!!! Finally. There's no stopping me, so please don't insist. lol This book will be completed and revised by the end of the year. Hopefully, my muse will keep chattering away and I'm able to keep up with her. If that's the only problem I have...