And I should know. I wonder why, mid-deadline, it often takes seeing one’s own byline to remind one (me, that is) that one does, in fact, often write? Well, here’s the byline, a review in tomorrow’s Newsday of David Rakoff’s spiffy new essay collection, Don’t Get Too Comfortable. Yes, he’s right, don’t! Why couldn’t I have done something more sensible with my life, like…Po Bronson, help me out here. I think the corny, true answer is: I like writing. As Dorothy Parker said, I love having written. There you are. You might as well live.