Some days, I don't feel like being funny. My kids have been going through one of those post-vacation phases wherein they don't listen, don't sleep, and scream things like, "I hate you; you're mean!" It's hard to be funny after that.
I think this is one of the major distinctions between the hobbyist (accidentally typed "hoobist" the first time...I have no idea what that is but it sounds pervy to me) and the professional. Because I know a lot of you do what I do: you put your butt in the chair and write. You write when you don't feel funny (or romantic, or adventurous, or like a yeti midget goatherder, depending on your book). You write when you'd rather be sleeping, hanging with friends, or watching some reality tv show you'd never admit in public. You write when it's a chore as well as when it's a pleasure. Because you're a professional.
You write funny even when funny seems like a really cruel joke. And somehow, the funny rubs off on you, and things don't seem quite so bad. My daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs right now. I think I'll go be funny. Because once I've dragged my butt to the chair, I'm inevitably glad I did.
Back to the regularly scheduled funny tomorrow. I just wanted to say that.