
This week I’ve been a right lazy bastard when it comes to writing. I haven’t felt like it. I’ve been doing everything else but. Especially knitting. I’ve knitted three dishcloths and a mohair teddy bear. But no writing. Not a sausage.
I know I have to write more material for my stand-up routine, but I’ve been avoiding it. I haven’t been writing in my little black book. I haven’t been inspired. Tomorrow is my class. Today I knew I had to write. So I sat down and wrote. And wrote some more.
The bottom line is that sometimes you just have to bloody well sit down and do it. In fact, not just sometimes, but every day. Just sit down and write. If you don’t know what to write just pick up a pen and start with a word. Open a book at any page, close your eyes and point. If you get a preposition, try again. Or pick the whole sentence. Go to your journal and open a page at random. Expand upon the thoughts you had there.
It doesn’t have to be funny. Pick something that’s pissed you off. Get really fucked off. Write some more. When you read it back you may find it makes you laugh. Or makes someone else laugh.
I got some good stuff when I sat down tonight. Trouble is, it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I need to be doing this every day. I need to get off my lazy ass. And just do it.
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