Very early on was silly stuff – a dentist, a gangsta rapper. Glad those didn’t ever pan out.
In college I decided I wanted to be a comedy writer for TV. Dream job was to work for Conan. I ended up getting an MFA in creative writing and nobody could explain the process to becoming a comedy writer for TV, but I was naturally talented as a serious/literary writer and colleges could explain that career trajectory well enough, but then I needed to feed my wife and kid so I became a journalist. I worked my ass off as a journalist, rose through the ranks to locally prominent positions, and then I got burned out in my early 40s and quit. Now my wife makes money and I do projects around the house, meditate, and write essays that are infrequently published, don’t make much money and aren’t at all funny.
Very early on was silly stuff – a dentist, a gangsta rapper. Glad those didn’t ever pan out.
In college I decided I wanted to be a comedy writer for TV. Dream job was to work for Conan. I ended up getting an MFA in creative writing and nobody could explain the process to becoming a comedy writer for TV, but I was naturally talented as a serious/literary writer and colleges could explain that career trajectory well enough, but then I needed to feed my wife and kid so I became a journalist. I worked my ass off as a journalist, rose through the ranks to locally prominent positions, and then I got burned out in my early 40s and quit. Now my wife makes money and I do projects around the house, meditate, and write essays that are infrequently published, don’t make much money and aren’t at all funny.
Turns out life is funny.
Now that you have a little time on your hands, time to put your writing skills finally into good use and become a gangsta rapping dentist