October 3, 2006
I’m just in from walking the dog. And the yard is laughing hysterically at me.
While it is flattering to get such a positive response from the sort of B grade stories I tell while walking the dog, it’s kind of unusual.
Usually, I tell a joke?
If you write comedy, living in the country can be hard on the ego.
I’m printing out one of my unsold contemporary comedies to go read aloud to the corn field.