I’ve written this book (the e-version of which is available now; hard copies later in September) called Comedy Album. How do I feel about it? How do I feel about it…? I feel pretty good about it. I guess it’s like Luke in the cockpit of his X-Wing Fighter, right after firing his shot at the Death Star’s core. I’m not in any way saying I was using the force, but I am saying I’m trusting the process. When the book started falling into place, it felt right. And though I won’t be able to fully judge it until it’s in my hands, I’m not waiting around on pins and needles. It is what it is and it’s as good as it can be.
As recently as five years ago, I would have been sweating what I wrote in my last post (see my last post); that I wanted Comedy Album to be my Nevermind. But you know what? I’ve worried enough to last at least five lifetimes. If I’m wrong, it will just be another mistake to throw on the pile. If I happen to be right, well, that would be a nice thing. But if YOU want to worry about what I wrote in my last post, feel free to do so. If you need any pointers on worrying, let me know. I’d be happy to walk you through it.
