On January 1st 2015, I made a bunch of New Year's resolutions just like everyone else in the room. Mine were:
Visit a country I haven't been to before
Write for a new industry or in a different TOV
Have a go at stand-up comedy at least three times
That last one, at the time, was the goal I considered the most ambitious. As of this post, I've already done five. The first bit about seeing a new country is out the window, as I've yet to even go on holiday this year. I'm not holding out much hope. A big old tick can go in the box next to 'writing about a new industry' thanks to recent clients – more on those in future blog posts.
And then there's the comedy, which has put me in the relieved position of being 2-1 on this year's accomplishments.
I've been writing comedy for years. Little sketches, one-liners, even the makings of a major motion picture. (A parody, of course.) The standing up bit, though... not so much. It's easy to make the joke about not being able to tell whether I'm standing up or not, but a five-minute comedy routine needs more gags than that.
Dragging myself up onto that stage has been one of the most difficult bits. People have started asking me how I have the guts to even do it, and I can't exactly smirk and tell you it's child's play.
'Scratch that itch' comedy nights with Funny Women have been my saving grace. We encourage people to come and use it as a safe space to test out new material, and I think I've made use of that security blanket more than anyone.
With half of the year left to go, I feel like I've conquered a fear. And I strongly believe it's made me a better writer and a more confident, approachable person. What do you reckon?