National Sketch Writing Month (NaSkeWriMo) begins tomorrow. In past years, I’ve not done too well. I’ve signed up at least twice before and I’ve written a few sketches, but I haven’t come close to writing 30 sketches in 30 days. I think this year will be different.
I’ve had two problems in the…
This is going to be so awesome!
I am doing this! I can tell you right now what my approach will be: Take a half-idea, write two pages of quibbling dialogue based on it, get discouraged, work in an annoying Star Trek reference that is funny only to me, write Blackout! with an exclamation point at the end and sullenly post it online as my “contribution” to National Sketch Writing Month.
But honestly, isn’t the point just to write? What I’m hoping is not that I’ll come out of the month of September with a bunch of funny, usable sketches, but that after September is over, I will have overcome the usual impediments to writing and feel ready and able to start actually writing sketches on a regular basis. If I come away with three or four funny ideas or germs of ideas, that’s a plus.
if you choose something life changing (lets say, oh i dunno, nightswimming, as an example) the skecth could BASICALLY write itself!
heres to hoping the light at the end of this “stagecollapsing" epidemic is a marked return to people choosing to go see live music in CLUBS and BARS where there is safety and lack of potential for weather to murder you. and where a band has the time to build through a truely invigorating set - to show you who they are as a group - instead of a truncated “festival set” where they play their hit and 3 other fast songs to get your attention. and, so that these venues can stay in business in this horrible economic/music buisness climate and CONTINUE to MAKE HISTORY.
the safety of a good bar with a great staff and an amazing sound guy is not something to be fucked with - much like the wu-tang clan.
“A few years ago there was a moment, a single moment, when all the thrift stores across the country all ran out of cool stuff at the same time. Somebody bought the last, great thing. All they had left to sell were used Old Navy rugby shirts, Dockers, and all the Members Only jackets that had been sitting, unsold, for fifteen years. So eventually Members Only jackets became hip, because they were the only thing left to buy! But the truth is: they aren’t hip, and spandex isn’t hip, and tucking your jeans into your boots isn’t hip, and all the cocaine in the world won’t make it so.”—John Roderick of The Long Winters in his Official Bio, seen here.