Where do writers go when they die?

By Patricia de Hemricourt

After struggling all his life to have a single book published, spending days and nights writing, neither doing good nor harm to anyone, John Storywriter died.

As he got to the Pearly Gates, an angel welcomed him warmly and told him he could choose whether to go to heaven or to hell.

Not quite sure what the options were, he asked if he could have a guided tour first.

The angel readily accepted. As they descended into the fiery pits, John 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 John. “Let me see heaven now.”

A few moments later, as the angels opened the doors of heaven, he 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 John. “This is just as bad as hell!”

“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”

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