I know what you have been thinking why I haven’t written one
of these wonderful blogs in a while, well like a fat man with diabetes the
answer is predictable; I am writing a play. Yes from failed musician/poet to
failing writer/comic I truly am arrogant enough to think people want to listen
or read my opinions I actually believe I have an important voice. I am not joking,
I am simply broken. So I know that the idea of me, a man with the talent of a
dry halibut and the comedic skill of wet bread writing a play is a funny one. Oh
did I mention I am writing a one man comedic science fiction play? I think I am
doing it just to be able to say that, sounds better than I bartend. Also I
think it’s good to have unrealistic dreams, basically I want to be Woody Allen
well a Greek Woody Allen, and I will avoid any unpleasantness by not adopting.
I want to have put it on by the end of the summer; I’m
putting on a show me, going to show myself up more like. As my own deadlines have
been and gone I am just starting to get the uneasy feeling I might just like
the idea of me being a writer but not the actual process. I want two things a
talented writing partner and they need to have massive coat tails. People need
to hear my important voice, impotent voice.
