I have a comedy biological clock. I started this journey late, I spend all my time with people in their 20s, and I am acutely aware all the time of the old maxims of how long it's supposed to take to get good, to get paid, to turn this into some kind of a career.
I feel ahead of schedule already. I have paid gigs on my calendar, I've got my first featuring weekend at a real comedy club booked for the spring, I'm holding my own working one-night shows in bars and hosting gigs for other, bigger comics. I've made a lot of progress, business-wise and artistically, in the last two years. But I'm 40, so I feel like I have to compress all these experiences. I don't want to be 50 and still scraping for the smallest gigs. I don't have time to plateau. I am writing new material now that I think is the strongest I've ever come up with, and I can't wait to build it into a set worth recording, a solid feature act I can take anywhere and get laughs. I feel like any day I don't put work in on this is actually a step backwards. Imagine how far I'd be if I had this fire lit under my ass when I was 22? But this is the time where it's happening, and now is when I have to make the most of it. I'm excited as hell for what the future holds, and I am antsy as hell waiting for it to get here.
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