Humor for Writers – Dead on!

By Patricia de Hemricourt

In the hope of catching a break in his writing career, and with the more immediate goal of paying the bills, John Storywriter has secured a waiting job in the favorite restaurant of NY publishers.

After long hours waiting upon them, lying in wait for the smallest opportunity to push his novel to one of them and finding none, he rides back home in the suburbs, ready to down a comforting whisky and write a few more pages before going to sleep.

No such luck though. As he gets home, policemen are swarming around the place.

John sprints towards the house, only to be stopped by a detective.

“My children, my wife! What happened to them!” screams John, struggling to get free.

“I am afraid there is nothing to be done for them anymore,” says the detective. “We already arrested the man who slaughtered them.”

“Who’s the bastard? I’m gonna kill him!” shouts John.

“It’s your agent, Jack Smith,” answers the cop.

The writer’s mood switches from fury to excitement. “My agent came to my house!” he smiles. Let me see his body, he must have brought a publishing contract!”