I can’t remember what it is exactly that Nick said to me last week when I was scribbling in my notebook with dull devotion, as if it were algebra homework. But whatever it was that he said, it made a crack in my practice. Somehow… I have never gotten the hang of enjoying myself while I write. Compulsive interrogation with excessive force would be a better description of my process. But when Nick asked me what I wanted my writing to be like, I said funny. But how could I be funny if I wasn’t having fun?