Overheard in my local cafe, which has decent central heating and is very popular with writers escaping their freezing garrets:
"...so I'm working on this novel about four women: one is terminally ill, another has terrible problems with her mother, and we follow their personal stories and how they intertwine, and, well, it's all very complex and it ends badly." (Sighs) "And you?"
"Oh, you see, I'm in a completely different registre! Mine is more like stand-up comedy."