I sit down to write, I look at my material and I often think: "None of this is funny. Like seriously, nothing here is funny. I'm not funny. Why do people laugh at my stuff? I'd never make it in NYC. My material is hack."
So lately whenever this happens, I sift through the news and attempt to write 10 jokes on Twitter. After about six jokes, the self-loathing stops and I think I'm funny again and begin my real writing.
What do you do to warm up your comic brain?
(P.S. Half my days I hate myself, the other I love myself. I have no idea which reality is real anymore.)


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