There's lots of talk about Colm Toibin's claim that he finds no enjoyment in his writing.
Which put me to two thoughts:
1) I'm told women's brains release a chemical which causes them to forget the pain of childbirth. I wonder if writers have something similar.
2) One day, when I was about eight, attending Sacred Heart elementary, I asked Sister Katherine if she enjoyed being a nun.
"Do I enjoy it?" she asked.
She looked at me, then she pointed a bony finger at a crucifix hanging on the wall.
"I enjoy what I have to do a hell of a lot more than He enjoyed what He had to do."