As I get older, the carrot of money, prestige and stuff has become less and less of a motivator to create things. I’m not sure if they ever were at all, but at the age of 47 with an ample income, house paid off and more clogs than I ever could have use for, I need to trick myself into writing another hour of stand-up comedy.
Therefore, in an effort to get myself to write (my last special OLD BABY came out on Netflix the beginning of 2017), I’m starting a blog. I love an audience and so, here we are.
I’m not the best comedian, I’m certainly not the smartest or hardest working, but I thought maybe it’d be helpful to share how I wrote a new hour- and if in sharing, I actually ended up writing and polishing a new hour? All the better! And if that means out of it comes a lot of writing that could be a self-published book on Amazon that could be passive income as I age? Well, don’t mind if I do!
And really, why write a new hour of stand-up comedy? (i’m asking myself this question, as you might imagine). I could do the same act for the next 20 years and make an ok living. What’s the point of new stuff, existentially-
-I’m a relatively unknown (my name will not be remembered in the next century or most likely even in the next 10 years)
-I’m a white middle aged lady whose pov is the equivalent of Priv Lit. It’s time for me to step aside and hand the mic to any number of extremely talented artists whose voices aren’t being heard. I’d be more useful being volunteering as a secretary at a non-profit.
-I’m dumping onto a hoarders’ mountain of content
-I’m distracting people (including myself) from the horrifying social inequalities, the degradation of our planet and the general Room for Improvement in Everything.
So, here’s the only reason I can come up with:
It makes me feel good. Maybe even happy. And I’ve only got one life- so, even if no one else cares, I do. And that’s probably the one person who should.
I feel so pleasantly “used up” after doing stand up (especially when they are new rrrrrich bits and the audience’s laughter has sculpted the rich bit itself!), that it makes it worth all of the painful procrastination, self-loathing and stage fright.
It feels good to try. And even to fail. And then, try again.
And that’s reason enough I think.
I apologize for all of the terrible grammar and spelling mistakes and poor journalistic structure in advance. Let your disgust at my half-assedness trampoline you into working on your own stuff!
So, thanks for reading. This is my first entry to tell you about the writing of a new hour of material. It may take me 3 to 5 years. So, buckle up if you want, but we’re going to be in the driveway for a few hours.