After the Moves Like Jagger blog, I went looking for photos to add some visual excitement to the story, and I came across an old book I was writing. And by book, I mean page. I typed one page of a book I talked years about writing. Isn't that what we all do?
One day, I want to write a book. Totes gonna write a book... twelve years later... yep, going to be a good book. Going to take my time. No pressure. Then I'm going to write one page and call it a wrap. And twelve years later reminisce on the days when I was going to write a book.
I'd love to share that page with you, I really would, but it is super hyper mega cringe. Thou shalt never see the light of day. But here's a screenshot of the title, so you at least know that it does exist (albeit in total solitude).
Becoming a "Big-Time Blogger"
Now that I am a big-time blogger (I've written six blogs to date and one even had 12 views, so just saying...) I've decided to return to my "I'm going to write a book" days, and in doing so, I have effectively halted all writing creativity. What the hell, man.
I was having so much fun, and then I decided to make it more intentional, so now I am caught up in my head and the words. Things were going so well. If you don't believe me, read the six other blogs here, here, here, here, here and here (that was a super tacky plug to which I offer no apologies). But seriously, I do find myself slipping into the oblivion of my brain that is transfixed on perfection and wanting to suck out the fun. I could spend 12 hours writing one page on my most anxiety-driven days.
"Not Today, Satan!" – Reclaiming the Joy of Writing
Not today, Satan!! There's a new me in town that writes for joy and doesn't worry about the finer details. Like having a point and thus finding one in the end. Hurray! The crowds go wild.
A Trip Down Memory Lane in Sketch Comedy
The point is, one blog led to finding the "book," which led to memory lane of how I started in sketch comedy. For those new to that word, sketch comedy is short scenes with big, fun characters and lots and lots of costumes. That's the official definition. Mine, anyway.
The First Show: Gold Latex and Camel Toe
And so, while the book never did see the light of day, I did get to use the title for my very first sketch show I created with an old friend named Jackie. She is a brilliant actress, and I have no training, so it was a really great experience for my self-esteem, said I, never ha ha. But we had a blast, and we wore skin-tight gold latex suits with pretty heavy camel toe action. Yes, you can see a photo.. No shame. No game. Click bait, baby!!
What's Next? Only the Universe Knows
And on that note, sayonara, and don't forget to join me on the next blog where we go deep into the world of sketch comedy... or not, ’cause it's not written yet. What a suspenseful end. I am on the edge of my seat too. I don't even know what will happen in the next blog. My fingers are merely a beacon of transport for the words to get to the screen. The universe is using me as the messenger or something. I guess camel toe exposure does pay off in the long run.
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