Wednesday, March 24, 2010
As she 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," she cried. "Let me see heaven now."
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven and 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."
by Bonnie Calhoun