A visitor to a certain college paused to admire the new Hemingway Hall that had been built on campus.
"It's a pleasure to see a building named for Ernest Hemingway," he said.
"Actually," said his guide, "it's named for Joshua Hemingway. No relation."
The visitor was astonished. "Was Joshua Hemingway a writer, also?"
"Yes, indeed," said his guide. "He wrote a check."
Here's a bit of humor that only a writer, or editor, could possibly appreciate...
Q. What’s black and blue and red all over?
A. A rookie author and his manuscript in the hands of a professional editor!
A dude goes fishing and sees another guy open his tackle box and take out a mirror.
He asks what the mirror is for.
The guy says "It’s how I catch fish.
I shine sunlight on the water, fish come to the top and I scoop 'em up."
"No shit - I’ll give you $20 for it."
The fisherman says, "Okay,"
Looking at his new mirror, the dude asked,
"By the way, how many fish have you caught so far today"
The guy says, "You’re the 6th"
A priest is walking down the street one day when he notices a very small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. However, the boy is very small and the doorbell is too high for him to reach. After watching the boy's efforts for some time, the priest moves closer to the boy's position. He steps smartly across the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child's shoulder leans over and gives the doorbell a solid ring.
Crouching down to the child's level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what, my little man?"
To which the boy replies, "Now we run like Hell!"
This is a joke that was posted earlier today by my friend, and fellow author Ica Iova...I could be wrong, but I have a feeling I'm not the only one here who would be ecstatic if I made $13k in a year writing...just sayin'
JOKE OF THE DAY
Three guys are sitting at a bar.
#1: "...Yeah, I make $75,000 a year after taxes."
#2: "What do you do for a living?"
#1: "I'm a stockbroker. How much do you make?
#2: "I should clear $60,000 this year."
#1: "What do you do?"
#2: "I'm an architect."
The third guy has been sitting there quietly, staring into his beer, when the others turn to him.
#2: "Hey, how much do you make per year?"
#3: "I guess about $13,000."
#1: "Oh yeah? What kind of stories do you write?"