A politician dies and ends up at the pearly gates. St. Peter looks at him, sees his name in his book. "So, you're a politician?" "Well yes, is there a problem?" "Oh no, there is no problem, but we have a policy for people in your position. You have to spend a day in heaven and in hell, then you're free to choose where you want to spend eternity." The politician spends a day in heaven. He sees angels singing and people playing harps. He finds it boring. Next, he spends a day in hell. Upon arriving, he expects to see a barren wasteland, with rivers of lava, and people being boiled alive. Instead, he sees lush greenery, and a large 5-star hotel. At the entrance, Satan is wearing a tux, and is sipping a martini. "This isn't what I was expecting.", the man said. Satan responded, "Hell has been completely misrepresented. We have a 5-star hotel, with 7 course meals prepared by the best chefs, sporting facilities, a large pool and it's all for free. So the politician spends the day golfing, and eating meals by the poolside. End of the day, he sleeps in the most luxurious bed he could ever imagine, in a very large suite. The next morning, he wakes up back at the pearly gates with St. Peter waiting. "So, what will it be?" "I can't believe I'm saying this but I prefer hell." So the politician is transported back to hell, where he sees a barren wasteland, illuminated by the flow of rivers of lava, screams of people being tortured, and the air full of the stench of sulfur. Once again, he sees Satan in his tux. "What happened to the hotel, the pool, the golf course and all the greenery I saw yesterday?" Satan replied, "Well yesterday we were campaigning. Today, you voted." |
Up late, middle of the night. Sitting at the keyboard with very little light. Tapping at the keys, thoughts in my head. Trying to recall, the last thing she said. I may be a dreamer, I may have high hopes. I may get knocked back, but I'll bounce off the ropes. I'll keep moving forward, but I am not a fighter. I am who I am, and what I am is a writer. |
Being a writer is cool and all. It's like having homework everyday... And then you die 🤣 |
For me, English essays were misery. Creative writing by choice on a daily basis? That's brilliant. Yes, might feel like homework - but it's work on your own home that you're building to your own specifications... Of course, it's probably very different if your writing is your livelihood and/or you're writing only "what the public wants." |
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