The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
The once was a writer with a bucket,
Who threw his drafts in it, because they “suck it.”
One day a thief came by
And with his bucket she did hie.
Now she has a bestseller. O’ the luck of it.
Once upon a time a wannabe novelist finds a magic lantern. He rubs it and a genie appears. He had heard about the writer who asked to be a bestseller and that genie turned that writer into a book, so he thought he should try a different tack.
Instead, he asks his genie to speak to a bestselling fiction writer.
“It will take all three of your wishes to summon a person for you to talk to. If I do that, you will only get to ask this writer three questions.”
The wannabe writer sighs and nods his head. The genie waves his arms and the bestselling novelist appears.
The wannabe writer thinks for a moment, then asks: “What does it take to write a bestseller?”
The fiction writer says, “A novel, usually.”
The wannabe writer considers objecting, but sees the sharp look in the genie’s eyes and decides to move on to his next question. This time he tries to be clever, just like the novelist, and hopes to catch the novelist off-guard. “Okay, what was novel about your fiction writing?”
“That I wrote it,” said the novelist.
Frustrated, the wannabe writer tries to think up one question that will help him. Finally, he asks: “How long should a bestseller be?”
“Long enough,” the writer says, and then disappears.
Filed under 2015, Monday morning writing joke
This Christmas season.
Santa Claus to a writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “A bestseller.”
Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller wrapped and under his tree.
Next Christmas season.
Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “My own bestseller.”
Christmas morning the writer wakes up to find the latest New York Times bestseller autographed to him by the author wrapped and under his tree.
The Christmas season after that.
Santa Claus to the same writer: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Writer: “A bestseller that I wrote.”
Santa looks at the writer for a minute then says: “You’ve come to the wrong place. I bring presents not miracles.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke