MaxFunCon once again lived up to its name. I got to hang out with friends I rarely get to see, and got to meet a bunch of people I’ve long admired. I demanded that Maria Bamford compare my sketchy new beard to the best in the business. (Thanks, gin!) I talked to people doing really smart, really interesting work, and I laughed so hard that I literally slapped my knee.
And now I’m super unhappy!
The weekend reminded me that I’m entering year three or four of Having No Idea What I’m Doing. Which is fine—and necessary—for a while, but it’s starting to get old.
I slowly pecked away at a novel and then the pecking got slower until it stopped altogether. I got distracted by writing dumb comedy and talking to agents and Hollywood people, blew some opportunities, pitched a handful of iffy ideas that never went anywhere. I’ve been reacting. I’ve been trying to guess what people want and give them that, and that’s led me down a lot of dead ends.
The exception, I think, is Tumblr. And I’m pretty sure it’s because I decided to only post things I make and things I like and, above all, try to stay positive. My little podcasts, the Danger stories, the make-em-ups for you guys—that’s stuff I feel OK about.
Anyway, Typical Me to get all boo hoo after experiencing the unabashed enthusiasm that is MaxFunCon but I guess that’s what it takes to get me to the next thing.
