The Path

Que Paso my blog buddies? Back in the saddle today. Some good things and bad things since my last entry. I no longer have a place to perform Friday nights as Jeff's Deli closed. So that's one less show. Although, we did score back Monday nights at Gator City so that's cool. I had my headlining set at 1982 a few nights ago and it went amazing. I always had good material but it has taken me awhile to become a true performer. I'm figuring it out and I only see rewards from doing so. Also, I got to meet Doug Benson last night and he laughed at something I said. Three cheers for me! Now let's see what ails me today.

I think I'm destined to be more of a pitch man rather than a writer. Writing jokes is simple for me. Those are stories that conclude just over a minuter after starting them. Trying to write some feature length seems to be a challenge. I'm even talking in regards to a short story. I've come up with at least three or four different story ideas that my friends have said are interesting but I still haven't written a single sentence of any of them.

Writing is the one thing I want to do with the rest of my life. Other than booking wrestling promotions and owning a baseball club. Yet writing is the most difficult thing for me to start doing. It reminds me of something Hemmingway said. He said, “The hardest part of writing is to sit your ass in the chair and start typing.” Goddamn was he write. My writing process goes a little some thing this.

1. Open a new Word document.

2. Check facebook.

3. Read wrestling forums.

4. Write two sentences I end up hating.

5. Play online Risk for 4 hours.

6. Vow to write the damned story tomorrow instead.

It took me awhile just to write a new blog entry. This would've been written two hours ago if I hadn't decided to look at pornography instead.

Once I get the ball rolling though I'm set. I start acting like some kind of painter who has an image trapped in his brain and frantically strokes his brush against various canvases until he sees something that matches what is in his head. The writing process is a pain in the ass but it is very rewarding for me. I'm none the more prouder than when I go back to read a story I wrote a few years ago and I laugh out loud to myself or find something profound. Writing has presented with the path I want to remain on for the rest of my life. It is only a matter of finding it and staying on it.

“And so, thunder strikes lightning.”