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."
-Unknown