Back in October, I wrote a blog post about public speaking. About how I was going to try Toastmasters or practice in front of a mirror or videotape myself.
Well, I've done nothing so far.
Big surprise, huh?
A small digression: I have some bad memories of public speaking. When I was in fifth grade, I had to get up on a stepstool and introduce some kind of drama thing my class was performing. I don't remember all the details, but I do remember some raucous laughter from the audience. Unfortunately, what I was saying wasn't supposed to be funny.
The next year, my class performed a play that I helped write, a day in the life of Socrates. I only had one line, but that didn't stop me from mangling it!
Needless to say, I never volunteered to be in any more dramatic productions.
Digression over. (Now where was I?)
Back in October, when I wrote the original post about public speaking, I didn't yet know I'd be writing a series about a stand-up comic. Now that I do, another fantasy has emerged from the depths of my addled mind.
What if I work up a short act and perform at comedy club open mic nights? That's public speaking right? With even more pressure.
When I floated this idea by my agent, she laughed.
When I floated this idea by my wife, she laughed harder.
Hmm. Is that a challenge? I suppose if my Midnight Ink pal Sue Ann Jaffarian can train to run a marathon, I can do a couple measly open mic nights.
Hello? Is this thing on?