Something juicy is coming...

A thing has begun.

And it begins thusly. *gestures to above picture*

Mantra:

Do the thing.

Let yourself be bad at it. Laugh with yourself, not at yourself.

When babies learn how to walk, they don't just get up one day and start sauntering like J B Smoove.

They fall. And giggle.

And fall. And giggle.

Do your version of falling and giggling until you get the JB Smoove saunter.

I've been starting and stopping and starting this idea for five years.

It's now ready. And I can't even stop the music in my head that's being composed as I write.

It's exciting. And courageous.

It is.

I know what I'm doing, you know? Like, I'm 53. I've lived. Hurt. Nearly extinguished myself. Stumbled. Stumbled. Stumbled. Cancer, twice. Trauma. Too much trauma for one person.

And then.

I stopped and turned around, like Neo in The Matrix. I was beginning to believe. (You have to do the voice).

And now…and now…now, I'm not so scared of y'all, not as much as I am afraid of dying with this inside me.

It's not, This is a cool idea. It's “No one can write this story in this way because the way I think is unique, and I want to write it because it is so funny and raw and unbelievable in both the bad and good ways. I want to see this exist and if anybody else likes it they can join on in the fun”.

The energy is very different around this. It's comedy the way I see it in my head, and I now have the skills to see it outside of my head, and I'm eager to make it.

Like that. Are you pickin’ up what I'm puttin’ down?

I'll keep you apprised as things advance. And I'll clue my subscribers in first.

You know why?

Because they were here in The Before Times, from zero to nine to 22 to now 54.

They didn't know me, and still subscribed. Two are paid subscribers. I am so grateful.

So they get the good stuff first.

You're gonna dig it. 😉