I never laugh or smile when I am writing. When I come home for lunch after writing all morning, my wife says I look like I just came home from a funeral. This is not bragging. This is an illness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm funny at home too, but not deliberately. My wife is usually laughing at me rather than with me.
Writing is not for me. I completely lose my sense of humor when I write. I become extremely pathetic, very sensational. Images give me possibilities that I don't have with words.
My wife likes me better when I'm writing. It centers me and makes me more calm. When I go a long time without writing, I start getting frustrated.
When I'm with other people who inspire my silliness or sense of humor, I'm funny. When I sit down to write, it's hard not to be funny.
Even though my work is whimsical. I have a very serious job. I cry more than I laugh.
I'm never more miserable than when I write, and never more happy than having finished and having it sitting in front of me.
There are times when I'm really happy and I write something really sad, and vice versa.
When I'm writing, I look like a fool because the parts are moving through me and I'm crying and laughing and making faces.
I write funny. If I can make my wife laugh, I know I'm on the right track.
I write funny. If I can make my wife laugh, I know I'm on the right track. But yes, I don't like to get Maudlin. And I have a tendency towards it.