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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”

There once was a writer from Sandusky /

Who was tall and a little bit husky. /

He wrote every day. /

He was a poet they say. /

And his clothes wore a wee bit crusty.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in Saskatchewan”

Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /

He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /

They’d landed there /

For the Canadian healthcare /

And belief that they could belong.

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Monday morning writing joke: “It ain’t write, I tell you”

Two writers went to the same doctor’s office on the same day. She told each one he didn’t have long to live.

“It’s awful,” said the first writer. “I’m right in the middle of a novel and she’s only given me six months to live. I’ll never get it finished. What about you?”

“It’s awful for me, too,” said the second writer. “She gave me three years to live.”

“Three years!” the first writer said. “Three years! What’s so awful about that?”

“I write short stories,” the second writer said. “And I’m fresh out of ideas.”

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Dubuque”

There once was a writer from Dubuque.

He thought his success was a fluke.

Still, the notoriety, it’s said

Inflated his head

And his wife caught him with a girl half as cute.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer at night”

There once was a writer at night

Who wrote all the way to daylight.

His stories were grand

About a sun-drenched land

But his descriptions were never quite right.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer from Sandusky”

There once was a writer from Sandusky

An outdoor fellow and husky.

He wrote about the birds and the bees

And even humans on their knees

But he himself was never lucky.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Love at first pants”

There once was a writer of Romance /

Who had a stance on love at first glance. /

It was hard for him to believe /

Or even try to conceive /

That it could be done while still wearing your pants.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Writer in the Kremlin”

There once was a writer in the Kremlin

Whose words were always dissembling.

No matter what he’d say

The writer would explain it away –

Even when Trump was Putin dwelling.

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Monday morning writing joke: “Love at first pants”

There once was a writer of Romance /

Who had a stance on love at first glance. /

It was hard for him to believe /

Or even try to conceive /

That it could be done while still wearing your pants.

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How to Choose a Writing Instrument and What It Says About You

By Dana Schwartz

Illustration by Jason Adam Katzenstein

Man at a typewriter; a writing instrument.

If you use a red pen, you are either grading undergraduate papers or you are a sociopath.

Source: How to Choose a Writing Instrument and What It Says About You | The New Yorker

Cormac McCarthy purchased a powder blue Olivetti Lettera 32 mechanical typewriter in a Tennessee pawnshop, in 1963, for fifty dollars, and used it for the next five decades, producing an estimated five million words tickling its ivories. An author’s instrument is more than a tool; it is an extension of his very soul. With that in mind, choose your weapon carefully. (I use the Olivetti Lettera 22—an earlier model—myself.)

Ballpoint pen: Let me guess—you probably have a great idea for a book that you’ve been meaning to write but haven’t actually got around to starting?

Fountain pen: You don’t use contractions because you think that they degrade the language, and your epigraphs are all in Latin. You include epigraphs in everything you write.

Electric typewriter: All of your protagonists are thinly veiled versions of yourself. You order rye at bars and secretly think that you should have been alive in the sixties.

Manual typewriter: You spent six hundred dollars on a typewriter that you’ve used twice.

No. 2 pencil: You keep one behind your ear because you think it looks writerly, but exclusively use it to jot down to-do lists.

Pencil you can only sharpen with a pocket knife: You have gone camping two or three times in your life and bring it up at least once per conversation.

Mechanical pencil: You’re taking notes in an Algebra 2 class.

MacBook: You like the idea of hiking more than you actually like hiking and are impressed with yourself for liking the Beatles.

Desktop computer: You are either a Serious Writer who needs to be cut off from distraction in order to focus completely on your art, or you are sixty-five years old.

Red pen: You are either grading undergraduate papers or you are a sociopath.

Micron: Your notebook is the type with the grid dots because you think that lines constrain your creativity but you still need to write straight.

Quill: You have gone to a Renaissance Faire unironically. Please, for all of our sakes, stop calling women “m’lady.”

Tablet: You type with a single finger.

From “The White Man’s Guide to White Male Writers of the Western Canon,” by Dana Schwartz, illustrated by Jason Adam Katzenstein, to be published by Harper Collins.

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