A writer and her husband walked into a dentist's office.
"Doc,” the lady said, “I'm in one heck of a hurry. The storyline for my novel exploded in my head this morning, the characters and battle scene came together, and my mind is buzzing with the protag’s newest conflicts. While the muse lives, I must write. So forget about the anesthetic, I don't have time for the gums to get numb. I just want you to pull the tooth, and be done with it so I can return to my keyboard.”
My goodness, the dentist thought. What a very brave woman she is, asking to have her tooth pulled without using painkillers. Above all else, writing must be her life.
"Which tooth is it ma’am?" the dentist asks.
The writer turned to her farmer/hubby. "Open your mouth Honey, and show him."