Must...Write...

Lately I've gotten this itch to write about damn near everything and anything I can imagine. From blogging to bits of paper I keep at my cluttered desk at work, I've made a very real, very determined attempt at scratching this itch. I have no idea why I feel the need to get my thoughts down on paper, or digital internet, or stone tablet or whatever - all I know is that writing is what I'm compelled to do nowadays.

Hell, we don't have a video camera to screw around with anymore.

I find it somewhat distracting. All of a sudden I'm not so worried about when I'm going to find time to go running (don't panic, that's almost second nature by now) or what I'm going to eat for dinner. Instead I'm trying to formulate my thoughts into a format that would be the easiest to read. Thank God for the blog, eh?

This really is quite good, especially for Crock & Murph in the Morning. I find, the more I take time to write during the week, the sharper I tend to be when we're recording. In fact, I feel I do my best work when some of my comedy is written down on a loose-leaf sheet of paper that I can just tote with me to the show (like I've got far to go).

My recent fascination with writing has gone to such epic lengths that I often wonder what it would be like if I were to write a novel, or at least a really cheap "how-to" book. I found myself showering the other day, and completely focused on what I want to eventually write. I've got ideas. I've always wanted to author a series of children's books. Dr Seuss is a genius. I'm not bad at fantasy sports. I could write at great lengths on how to be successful there, if you're into that sort of thing. I've got loads of life experiences that I feel, if I didn't share, I'd be doing the world a disservice. I even ate a big sandwich once. A huge sandwich. Who wouldn't want to read about that?

I think my biggest problem is when/where inspiration actually hits. Sometimes it will strike me on the way to the bathroom when I'm working the midnight shift. Quite often, it'll strike me when I'm getting a shower. (Have you ever tried writing anything in the shower? Complete failure.)

The best part about my desire to write lately is that I've been updating SUYM regularly, and that's something that been a long time in coming. SUYM is quite important to me, and to update it is nothing short of refreshing. As is updating my Flickr. It really feels like we (the SUYM collective) are pulling out of a year-and-a-half long slump of doldrum-esque languish where we failed to do much of anything (aside from Crock & Murph). Sure there's no videos at the moment. That doesn't mean content won't come.

Quoting a co-worker (who I affectionately call Grumpy) to best describe the situation at hand:

Just because the lawnmower is broke don't mean you ain't cuttin' grass this weekend, asshole.
-Grumpy