Hosted the open mic tonight. Has way many fun. Tiny audience but they were in to it. Did new bits about RVing and The Trinity Broadcasting network. Got some great laughs.
I killed a character off tonight. I wept in mouring as I wrote the scene. It was as if a close friend had died. The worst part is I still have scenes to write with her before she dies. I'm not sure right now that I can do it.
I don't know of this has anything to do with Susan's death scene, but last night I dreamed that I couldn't fall asleep. I was lying in bed, unable to sleep, when I would suddenly realize that I was dreaming, and would wake up. This happened over and over till I wasn't sure what was awake and what was dream. Then the alarm went off. I knew that was real.
An OK set tonight. Some dead spots, but I pulled together some good laughs.
Yes. I have decided there really is a difference between being a comedian and being a comic. I'm don't think one is better than the other. They are just arbitrary labels. Writing that made me think. Perhaps labels are not a good idea. There are not two distinct states. There is a matrix of comedic attributes. My matrix of attributes does not fit with what is required of an on-the-road-hoping-for-a-sitcom kind of comedian. Anyway. Fun crowd tonight.
Wouldn't really call it an RV show. It was an RV dealer parking a bunch of RV's at the Livermore Walmart. The first thing we noticed was, these things are tall. I mean the stairs. The floor on most of these things is 3 to 5 feet above the ground. That may not sound like much, but my wife has no knees. OK, she has knees, but they don't work right. We did find one much smaller than the others and while not big enough to full-time in, it would be perfect for weekending. We have also done some research about making bigger RV's accessible. We'll see.
I haven't been able to write for about a week now. Fortunately I figured out the problem. I'm working on a project at work that is using the same part of my brain as writing does. So when I sit down at the computer to write at night, my brain is just too worn out to produce anything. The good thing is that I'll be done with this project the first week of June.
This should have been a great set. It was only a very good set. I had a couple beers before the show and it screwed up my timing. I drank because I could. Some weird internal struggle with myself to prove that having a few beers wouldn't make any difference. It did. I lost the bet.