Today, my intern commented on how all the submissions I asked him to read were depressing, about trauma, death, pain, etc. And your point is? I asked him why he thought people were compelled to write. Because it’s fun? he asserted. For a moment I flashed on what it might be like to experience writing as fun. Surely someone was having fun: the creators of Beavis and Butthead, James “seven books a year” Paterson. James Franco. It seems like Sedaris has fun though how could suffering not be far behind? I think Paul Krugman is having some fun. I think Russell Brand had fun ejaculationg My Booky Wooky. Tucker Max has fun. Fun? Do people really have fun? I explained to said intern that I was nicknamed the pain and suffering editor. That Al ROker called my memoir, the feel bad book of the year, and I took it as high praise. IDK. Writing isn’t fun for me. But then again, what is?
Et tu? Is writing ever fun?
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