I'm not doing a real post today, because I'm planning to spend a full day on my new ms. Anyway, this joke seemed appropriate:
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell. She decided to check out each place first. As the writer 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 writer. "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," said the writer. "This is just as bad as hell!" "Oh no, it's not," replied an unseen voice. "Here, your work gets published."
Children's novelist (middle grade science fantasy and magic realism), repped by agent Kristin Miller-Vincent at D4EO. One-time journalist, teacher, slow food advocate, now working in the education industry. I post once a week, usually Sunday. Thanks for dropping by!