I’m off to the Winnipeg comedy festival next month. It’s my second time going and I had a blast in ‘04. This time I have to write a set for the gala on a specific theme. It’s odd because it’s not the way I work. As a rule, my bits come to me as real ideas based on thoughts that occur naturally. This writing to order business feels dishonest since the theme is not something that is true to my life. It means I’m writing jokes as if they’re for another comic.

I’m sure it’ll go well. The venue and crowd assures it. I sent a jumble of notes to the producers in an email of what I’m hoping to do. But I need to use the local stages over the next few weeks to hammer out the details and sequence. It feels a lot like work. Maybe that whole “honesty” thing is a lie and the effort is what bothers me.