As a person who values words, how they’re used, why they’re used, the power contained within – the last several months have been extremely hard for me to walk through – quietly.
Why Do I write? No, Really, WHY?*
I wonder sometimes why exactly it is that I write. Why do I spend countless hours in front of the computer stringing words together?
Why do I sit up for hours after my family has gone to bed or rise hours before they wake to get thoughts and ideas down on paper – or more recently – into some digital format?
In God We Trust (Do We ?).
I often wonder how many times a day God looks down on me and shakes his head in haughty derision. – Probably, none or a million, but definitely one of the two.
I also wonder, at those times when he sees that I “get it” does he start jumping up and down like a father that just watched his son score a touchdown to win the game, only to be befuddled as to why I do not use my new found knowledge or as I am told Lombardi said, “…act like you’ve been there before”?
Small Beginnings Are Still Beginnings
I am not going to lie, I am nervous about attempting another Nanowrimo. For all the reasons I am nervous about being or even, – calling myself a writer; I don’t feel qualified. Who am I to say that about myself? How dare I elevate myself to such a lofty place? Writer? You? “Get outa here kid, you go no future.”
No Idea What I Am Doing
Well, I’M BACK!!!!
Hmmm, that was anticlimactic.
If you’re reading this, and you must be, then you’re clearly in the right place.
Eyes OFF Me!
When I was at Parris Island becoming a Marine, any time our Drill Instructors wanted our undivided attention they yelled.
Well – they must have wanted our attention a lot – because they yelled…
DO ANY MIC ANY TIME ANY WHERE
Getting started in comedy is the hardest part of getting started in comedy.
Yeah – you read that correctly. Starting anything new is always the hardest part but with comedy there are so many variables – you have to know where to go, who to know, how to write, courage to get on stage – sometimes that equates to stupidity – and the list goes on but the absolute hardest part of getting into this business is finding stage time.
WAY Out Of My Comfort Zone!
Ever had the Pizza Hut P’Zone? If not I am super sorry. It was a delicious masterpiece of pizza-y goodness. You can get a decent calzone from just about any pizza place but the P”Zone was a zone I could easily get into.
Other zones? Not so much.
Comedy Workshops (Not A Waste of Time)
I know there are tons of opinions about the necessity of, need for, quality and usefulness of comedy classes. I happen to be in favor.
Anytime someone wants to help me out with a new way to look at something or change the way I think (Romans 2:12) or anything that gets me closer to my goal of doing comedy full time – I WILL LISTEN!
I BROKE THE CHAIN
<— THAT FACE.
That face completely sums up my feelings this morning when I woke up and realized that I broke the chain.
That’s right – I BROKE THE CHAIN!