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Although being a writer is all I’ve ever
set myself to be, by the time I reached my mid-20s, I was seized
with a choking case of writer’s block. The myths of pop culture,
especially rock and roll, had me utterly convinced that anyone who
hadn’t set the world afire by the age of 25 was an abject
failure. (Holy crap, that’s the age now when most performers’
second comebacks have already fizzled.) So to wake up my creative
cells and embrace my inner fool, I took improvisation lessons from
the Players Workshop of Second City and later began to perform at
various clubs and cabarets around Chicago. I recommend this for
any writer, humorous or not, because it will focus your thoughts,
help you connect with an audience, and force you to pare away dead
weight.
For these and many other projects, I’m indebted to my friend
Pat Byrnes
for booze, fun and encouragement. Just think, but for a drunken
dare one night at Ravinia,
none of this would ever have happened. |