I bought one of those big fat pens and a notebook at the drugstore yesterday. I am ready to write the next Great American Novel.
It was a dark and stormy night, suddenly........
"Dear Mr. Drill - Here is a rejection slip for your latest submission. To save time we've enclosed another one for your next submission."
"Dear Mr. Drill - We're sorry, but we can't use your latest submission. If we ever can, we're in big trouble."
"Dear Mr. Drill - We're sorry, but we can't use the paper you sent us. You've written on it."
Alas, the life of a tortured artiste...