A writer dies and goes to heaven.
He says, “Look, before I decide whether or not to stay here for eternity, I’d like a tour.” So an angel takes him to the corner of heaven where the writers live. They are all chained to desks, laboring with pens and quills and typewriters and word processors, whatever they used in life. They all look completely miserable.
The writer says, “Wow, that looks awful. Can you show me what it’s like in hell?” So the angel takes the writer down to hell, where once again he sees all the writers there chained to desks, agonizing over their manuscripts.
The writer says, “I don’t get it. What’s the difference between the writers in heaven and the writers in hell?”
The angel says, “The ones in heaven are getting published.”