It's the whole "I must live in a garret in Paris and write Serious Things and say no to my quarterly dividends cheque because Lunch is the Enemy of Art" thing that leaves me giggling wildly.

Okay, well that's funny. That's like the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.

the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.

Please for to explain?

That's like the Gothic Forehead Staple Dance.

(wiping tuna fish off the keyboard, the monitor and the Persian cat)

Umm.

Take hand. Staple--palm out--to forehead. Put on best gloomy "woe! woe!" expression. Sway back and forth to Bela Lugosi's Dead.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Take hand. Staple--palm out--to forehead. Put on best gloomy "woe! woe!" expression. Sway back and forth to Bela Lugosi's Dead.

If you can manage to be writing whiny pretentious poetry about how no one understands you and the darkness in your soul with the other hand, you get bonus points.

You now have my khaki-wearing self howling with laughter.

"Numfaaaaaarrr!!!"

not all art is necessarily the direct product of pain and suffering

Righto. Sometimes writing is like sawing through concrete with a butter knife. Sometimes it's not. The best story I ever wrote, I wrote in 45 minutes. The story I'm most proud of writing took me three months and lots of frustration. ::shrugs::

Numfar, do the dance of Woe Is Me!

Heh.

Hell, a lot of the pain suffering, in my world, is purely self-inflicted. It's just nice when the art is a result of joy and tranquility.

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We now return you to your regular Gothic Forehead Staple Dancing and discussion of Pain-Inflicting From Both Sides Of Fic, or How to Suffer As Both Reader and Writer.