My idea of heaven is not writing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no heaven on Earth. Not now anyway.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
I'm working on a new novel, in its 3rd draft, but it's hard to write while doing 7th Heaven.
Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.
This is my idea of heaven, coming home and watching the news.
I do not want to have the feeling of writing 'for eternity', so to speak.
When I settled to writing seriously, which would be in my 30s, I did expect to be published eventually, but my aspirations weren't very high. A published book and a few appreciative readers was my idea of heaven.
Most people think that Heaven is a choir, and all you will do is sing.
My idea of heaven is a great big baked potato and someone to share it with.
Writing is my salvation. If I didn't write, what would I do?