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Writer only truly happy when writing. Or playing frisbee.
There’s a nice skewering of the cultural myth of the solitary writer in the new issue of the The Onion, “I’m Only Really Happy When I’m Writing, Or When I’m Having Lots Of Fun With My Friends And Family.” It’s written as an op-ed piece by an aspiring author:
I guess you could say I have always had a love affair with the written word. The simple, solitary act of contemplating the white expanse of the blank page, and then putting pen to paper and seeing where the words take me, is my one constant solace in an otherwise turbulent world. Yes, I must admit it: I am only truly happy when I’m writing.
Or if I’m having dinner with family and friends, or a new and interesting acquaintance I happened to meet that week and hit it off with. I’m pretty happy then, too.
Ha! It’s funny because it’s true! No, really, it is funny. And it really is funny because it’s true (frowny emoticon).