I am happy to mention I have written a new bit of political sketch comedy, a script for the Politipod podcast called “Death is 2020,” where the “2020 baby” is revealed to be none other than the Grim Reaper himself.
I almost didn’t write the darn thing, at all. I had gone to bed last night knowing I hadn’t written nearly enough on it, with the following day being the deadline. I could feel myself slouching to inaction, but I had nothing to give it.
Up with the damned cat at 3:30 a.m., I finally sat down and promised myself some kind of cookie if would just sit for 30 minutes and push effort. So I got my coffee, sat down at the keyboard and… the laptop crashed. Like, froze, then I rebooted and twice it told me that I need to “reseat the memory.” Ay, that ain’t good. #Setback
Luckily, I have an old laptop to rely upon, so I slapped it on the desk, and pressed on.
I had about 167 words, the nugget of the idea: a newscaster loses his shit as he recaps December, 2020, and calls upon the spirit of the year 2020 to account for itself. It’s revealed to be Death, through a humorous turn of Ecclesiastic events.
Anyway. within an hour I was pleased to have dumped the newscaster idea, made him Trump and tripled the word count to the desired goal, while stuffing the thing like a mattress with jokes.
I’ll try to post the episode once it’s produced and posted. 🙂
Excuse me while I look for my screwdriver…