After last night’s exciting taping of The Nite Show With Danny Cashman, which included another awkward on camera performance by your favorite writer on the show’s staff, I definitely need my Writer’s Day holiday to unwind and to take care of all my autograph requests.
Normally, I’d have the interns autograph the 8×10 glossies and mail them off to adoring fans across the globe, but this morning, I just really want to sign them all myself. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I like it.
It’s no secret that my dream is to write full time, fall madly in love, and live happily ever after. While I think that the falling in love part might be some unattainable fairy tale nonsense at this point, I still know that writing full time is achievable.
Every time I sit in the audience at a taping of The Nite Show, I realize that I am on the right path. I’m a writer for a successful TV show. Sometimes, I get to stand in front of the camera and bring my own words to life. That is a major rush.
I wanted to share a funny story from last night. After I did my sketch, I decided to take a short cut and just jump off the stage into the audience (like a rock star!), rather than circling around backstage and coming in through the back of the theater.
My landing left me in front of a group of female audience members, who immediately ripped into me because the sketch, which featured the show’s writers, had no women in it! I quickly explained that I had absolutely nothing to do with the hiring process, and that I would love for there to be some women on the writing staff (preferably attractive single ones who’d want to date me!).
I just got a real kick out of that. I will make sure to pass along that complaint to Danny this morning, but interacting with the audience is always so much fun…even when it is a little bit odd.
As for the Snowman reference in the title of this post, I woke up on Writer’s Day to discover a fresh coating of snow on the ground. Yes, Modern Philosophers, it is April 9th and still snowing in Maine. In fact, it has snowed every day since Saturday.
Thankfully, it is not accumulating in mass quantities again, but we’re nine days into April, and it’s time for April showers to wash away the snow once and for all.
Perhaps I’ll have the interns block out some time in my Writer’s Day schedule for me to write a tersely worded email to Snow Miser about how this #$%^ needs to end now.
I plan to get a lot of writing done today. Hope you get some done, too. It is Writer’s Day after all.
And if you requested an autographed photo, I promise that they are going out in the mail today. Just as long as the snow hasn’t shut down the post office…