I used to write stories. Now I write jokes.

I’ve been doing stand-up comedy for almost a year and a half. When people ask if I enjoy it, I respond enthusiastically. I tell them that I’m happier now than I’ve ever been, though I wonder sometimes if that’s true.

There is an addictive vice like nature to this new path of mine. I am always looking forward to the feeling of being on stage. My nights are spent in bars. I drink too much and don’t sleep enough. There are days when my head hurts and I don’t want to get out of bed.

So maybe I’m not happier than ever.

But I do love it.

There is something wonderful about writing a new joke. Coming up with an idea, crafting it into a bit, and seeing how an audience reacts is thrilling. It’s never close to perfect on the first try, or even the second, and sometimes it takes well over a dozen attempts, with varying edits along the way, before it’s polished and ready.

Still, I miss writing stories.


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