Idol Worship

A Random Mumble from the Sub-Basement of Consciousness

There was an obsessive fan. »I'd just like you to know«, wrote she to the object of her admiration, »that you're God!«
»Oh, thank you for telling me that«, replied God. »No really, I mean it; I had no idea. That explains why there's so much wrong with the world; I've just been sitting here on my ass for as long as I can remember. Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but there's lots to do!«

That was how fanmail begat heaven. But the fan wept, because her favorite author had stopped writing.