Well I don't find writing articles on locksmith services or checking keyword density terribly fun, either. Then again I don't write about any of those things.
I've stuck to fiction, mostly, because I love to lie.
To put my lies on paper or on a keyboard somehow leaves room for some truth in my heart, if that makes any sense. To spin yarn is my outlet. It's my imagination that makes the mundane task of writing worthwhile.
Writing is just boring. Hell, I'll even go so far as to say that writing itself isn't what I love to do. I have to do it because I've always a need to express myself. But telling truths disguised as lies, loads more fun. Telling lies just to tell them... even better. Getting paid to tell my lies... priceless.
When I have more money, I'll find other ways to lie, although I'll probably keep writing if only out of habit, and, well, if it's making me money why fix something that isn't broken, right?
Maybe that's why I don't get depressed with the heavier parts of my stories, because I know they're lies I tell myself and convince everyone to believe in.
I'll address this first:
I write to tell a truth, or what I perceive to be the truth as I understand it. It may be a truth masked, symbolically or through a fictional/made-up scenario, but I do it to make a point about something, large or small. It is a very personal thing to me and I fully believe that if a writer does not -feel- anything when they write, the reader won't either.
All of my favorite novels (or, almost all) end on a note of despair or, at least, with some emotional punch to the gut. I'll never forget reading the last lines of Animal Farm when I was in 4th grade: "No question now what has happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which."
or when I was a little older, reading the original ending of the Plague Dogs, Grapes of Wrath, 1984, Lord of the Flies, The Road, etc etc. None of these are "happy" stories, but they are the ones that stick with me and make me think. I like filler as much as anyone. As a teenager in the 90s, I had a "thing" for V.C. Andrews books. Of course, I try to read them now and it's endless eye-rolling. However, I also did a 10 page book report on Paradise Lost when I was a Junior while the rest of my classmates were struggling to write a page on "The Outsiders".
I'm not saying I was better or smarter than they (I'm not), I'm saying I've always been profoundly moved by an author who has the guts to put what they believe is a "hard truth" down to print. Many find that boring. Tedious. The very opposite reason they want to read or write. There are many folks who would prefer a fun yarn (dark or light) to that emotional gut punch. I don't fault anyone for this, even if I don't quite understand it myself.
So I want to write the same thing, even when I come away from my computer feel exhausted from the effort.
However - your life is your life, and your choices are your choices. Obviously, this is just opinion, and everyone's got one and they are usually vastly different.
Back on topic:
I think I've just been writing too much too hard this week. I take breaks on the weekend to clear my mind/mood and spend time with my husband and 2 year old daughter. Thanks everyone for the suggestions. Last night I took a break from writing and sketched some art instead. It helped - just mindless doodling. Better mood this morning. My writing doesn't stress me out to a break down point or anything, but it does give me the blues from time to time, that's all. Just wondered if other authors ever went through this themselves