Writers write whether they feel mopey or not.
When I was cranking out a column a week for five years, I learned a few things about writing.
First, how forgiving my publisher and editor were to take on this novice writer/columnist and publish what I turned in week after week.
Second, writing as a profession is entirely different than emotional writing.
Writing inspired by the whisper of your muse is easy. It might not be good but the words flow.
When you are a humor columnist, I learned fairly quickly that your publisher, editor and most of all the readers expect funny.
That is fine, but there were many weeks during that five years, I didn’t feel funny.
But I loved this new found creative exercise so — that I decided to stretch my lump of writer clay and attempt something humorous when bills stacked high and the cat got flattened by a car.
Seeing my father like he is these days — I don’t feel like writing.
As a seasoned writer, I should have written a normal post and not even mentioned it.
But this is a blog and I’m wearing my blogging hat so I shall border too close to navel gazing and admit that it is hard to write anything that isn’t mopey.
This is my best shot for today.
I bet with a little more practice, I can be less mopey tomorrow.
Hang in there with me.
