Once upon a time there was a writer. All day she spun beautiful works of art, the likes of which had never been seen before. She dreamed of bringing joy into the lives of others and bringing money into her pocket.
Unfortunately, she was surrounded by vicious publishers who ignored her creativity and mocked her efforts.
Although she became discouraged, she could not stop writing; hoping that eventually someone would see her talent, and make her wealthy beyond measure.
One day she had an idea. Perhaps if she submitted her pieces to a smaller publishing company, it would recognize her genius. With that intent, she set off to create a manuscript that only a fool would turn away from.
Day in and day out she worked. She wove humor into each line and brilliance throughout. Slowly a masterpiece formed. She could see its beauty as could the birds (aka bloggers) she chose to share it with. It was breathtaking.
With delight she found a courier (aka email) which could speed the art to the most intelligent publishers the world has ever known. She had only to wait for the smartest one to fall in love with her work.
Tragically though, as she was waiting, disaster struck like a flash of lightning. Debt collectors had found her. Utility companies swarmed her home. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, the IRS knocked on her door.
She was drowning. The world would never know of her wit and charm. She would have no choice but to become a slave to the corporation intent on destroying the universe, Wal-mart. The mere thought brought tears to her eyes. Her gift and calling had been in vain.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a beacon shone through the night. It cried out to her. “You, we want you,” it said.
Uncle Sam? She called out.
“No, he works for the IRS. This is your new publisher,” came the reply.
The writer knew she had been saved, the publishing company knew it had found gold, and they all lived happily ever after.