I like being a writer. I’m in the process of figuring out how to conclude my first two novels. They’re both unpublishable tools, but I’ve learned a lot. My chosen mentor, Octavia E. Butler, taught me the first step to becoming an author is to practice writing. A lot. So that’s what I do. In addition to working on the learning-to-write-novels, I write for an hour, five days a week, about whatever last made me belly laugh. Sometimes, they end up being sober essays.
My favorite so far is about the latest Dave Chappelle Netflix special. I couldn’t write or say anything about it for a solid week after viewing it. My essay reads like a persuasive piece on why Dave Chappelle is a genius. It took me a week to process the show because it was brilliant, but only if you can honestly laugh at yourself. My immediate thoughts on it were nothing like my final conclusion. Heh.
I’d like to take a moment to thank the universe for giving me a mind keen enough to recognize an invitation to dig beyond a knee jerk reaction to the show. (I’m relatively sure I barely squeaked by, but whatever, glad to be here.) I was always a Dave Chappelle fan, but now I’m an awed fan. I’m sure several people fell into the trap he set. (I just hope nobody published anything ripping him to shreds over it because that says ((a lot)) more about them than Dave Chappelle.)
I’m confident many other comedians got it and fully appreciate what he did*. I get course-corrected by comedians often enough not to get sore over it, but I’m proud of myself for acquiring this level of sophistication regarding comedy comprehension and appreciation. If you knew how many times I’ve failed to get a joke in real-time, only to burst out laughing inappropriately at a much later date when it finally clicks, you’d be impressed (hopefully.)
My second-favorite is my essay about Dwight Schrute and how he’s one of the best examples of Asperger’s Syndrome (autism spectrum) I’ve seen on TV so far. I know they don’t acknowledge him or Toby Flenderson as being on the spectrum, but it’s blatantly obvious to me, (autistic.) Ryan and Kelly are probably also neurodivergent with an ADD propensity. My closing sentence: A world without autism is like The Office without Dwight Schrute.
On weekends, I edit my essays and novels-in-progress. I’m usually surprised by how differently they read after sleeping. I’m convinced there’s some communication between my subconscious and conscious during sleep. Or at least some thought decluttering. I’m always more confident in a decision if I’m allowed to sleep on it. I think my rap name would be Slo-Mo because I process the world in slow motion. Heh. I’m off to beat my drums with sticks. ✌🏽💜
*Dave Chappelle has a keen sense of irony, human emotions, the political/social climate, and how to read an audience that extends far beyond the room. He tickled my brain for an hour or so, and it took me a week to unveil the full extent of the humor to reveal a slow-building belly laugh that has yet to stop. We’re all kind of the butt of the joke, and Dave is still kind of pissed about how we behaved (at his shows) in the past, which makes it even funnier.