the thlot pickens

Today I am mostly writing my novel. As mentioned last week I am taking a couple of days’ leave in order to crack on with writing my magnum opusthat will propel me to the top of the bestseller’s list.

So far today I have written 2,000 words and re-written some of the previous 12,000. The plot is twisting and thickening. I have suddenly realised it is advantageous to link it to actual events from last year in order to add plausibility to the plot (perhaps). That has energised and excited me in the process.

What profound thoughts emerge from this?

Not a lot. Unless you reckon that Shakespeare may have known what he was writing about when he wrote that “all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.”* If so, let’s ask for God’s help to give the best performance possible so that the “great cloud of witnesses”** gives us a standing ovation.

Tenuous link in the joke = ‘author’

The Pastor went to his church on Monday morning and discovered a dead donkey in the church car park. He telephoned the police. Since there did not appear to be any foul play, the police referred the Pastor to the Health Department.

They explained, “Since there was no health threat you’ll need to call the Sanitation Department.”

When the pastor called the Sanitation Department, the Manager of the Sanitation Department said, “I can’t pick up that dead donkey without authorization from the mayor.”

The Pastor was not at all too eager to call the mayor, who possessed a very bad temper and was always extremely unpleasant and hard to deal with, but, eventually, the Pastor called the mayor anyway.

The mayor did not disappoint the Pastor. The mayor immediately began to rant and rave. After his continued rant at the pastor, the mayor finally said, “Why did you call me any way? Isn’t your job to bury the dead?”

The pastor paused for a brief prayer, and asked the Lord to direct his response: “Yes, Mayor, it IS my job to bury the dead, BUT I always like to notify the next of kin first!”

*As you like it

** Hebrews 12:1