Writing: My agony, my ecstasy.

‘One day God decided that He would visit the earth. Strolling down the road, God encountered a sobbing man. “Why are you crying, my son?”

The man said, “God, I am blind.” So God touched him and the man could see and he was happy.

As God walked farther He met another crying man and asked, “Why are you crying, my son?”

The man said, “God, I am crippled.” So God touched him and the man could walk and he was happy.

Farther down the road God met yet a third man crying and asked, “Why are you crying, my son?”

The man said, “God, I am a writer.”

And God sat down and cried with him.’

Gerald Ochs Davis, Sr. Fifty Years in Publishing