Did 12 minutes tonight. The audience was very sparse, but they had a good time. My set wasn't as tight as the five minute sets I've been doing lately. I don't really have a 12 minute set, so I had the choice of padding out my 10 minute set, or cutting down my 15 minute set. I chose the 15 minute, but I'm not sure that was the right thing to do. I video-taped the set but haven't looked at it yet. Maybe after looking at the tape I'll change my mind.
So I'm not going to write the mystery story. I finished the first draft and hate it. I figured out how to make it work, but it would make the story much longer than I anticipated. I'm already working on a novel so I'm putting the mystery away for a while. Instead, I'm letting my serialized alter-ego work on a weird little side project. Sort of a revival of Clipart Theatre without the clipart.
Baycomedy is gone. The domain shut down earlier today, so now this site is available only through tomflanders.com. Baycomedy has been around for six years, and was thecomedypage for three years before that. It's like losing a friend. But it's time to move on. This site will continue to evolve and grow. The diary will continue of course.
Flow glorious flow. Words come pouring from my head. Pounding the keyboard addicition grows. Freeing mind glistens with dynamic dew. I started doing this odd little writing exercise this week and it actually worked! I've started writing at lunchtime at work. Nothing major, just these little 100 word paragrahps. I write one a day at lunch and no more. This leaves me wanting, lusting after writing. At night I write one more 100 word paragraph on a different topic, or at least a different character, before setting to work on my novel. It gets me focused and for the past two nights I've actually done some real work. Cool.
Yes two good writing sessions in a row. The more I write the more I need to write. I can feel myself being consumed. Fleeing gravity in mystic reality. Making stuff up! My wife thinks I'm on drugs.
It's been a long week. I've gotten a lot of good writing done, but I've worn myself out. I had less energy each day through today, where I can't even put a sentence together I'm so tired.
I almost didn't go tonight. I did a really dark set that half worked and half didn't. It was nice to do something beside my professional slick set.
Didn't go. My sister was in town to pick up the car I sold her.
ARGH! How do people ever get together? I have these two characters that wind up getting married, and I can't come up with the scene where they start to fall in love. Both of them have major fear of intamacy issues and I haven't been able to put them in a situation where both their vulnerabilities are down enough for each other to get in. Frustrating.
I'm getting closer. Everything is still contrived and forced and uncomfortable, but it is starting to seem realer somehow.