August 19, 2013
I woke up this morning to the yells of “Daddy-o! Daddy-o!” Through my morning grog I saw my towhead, nearly two year old son, Elias, reaching up, grabbing a fistful of bedspread as he pulled himself up on our bed. He crawled up to me and sat on my chest looking out the window. Michelle was leaving for work, and it is now my job to take him to daycare across town. Today was no fun, it’s his second day at a new place and he was crying for me not to leave. Excruciating. When I get off work I’ll head home and do with him the things he enjoys like bulldozers (“bulls”) and dump trucks (“mucks”) that are down the street building a hotel, or playing t-ball in the backyard, or laying on the floor playing with trains (“choo-choos”).
Things are quite different for me now from when I last posted two years ago, or three years ago when I was in Los Angeles hustling to make it in Hollywood. I’m a parent in Missouri now and I can barely remember what life used to be like. My only impression of my previous life was an abundance of time and sleep. When you become a parent you enter a world of cliched warnings come true, “you’ll always be tired,” “it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but it’s totally worth it.” Although my anxious side tries to debunk it, things have fallen into place pretty nicely. I’m working for the local FOX affiliate doing random on-air personality things and creating funny videos for a YouTube channel. I’m also freelance writing quite a bit. Plus, if you read my second to last post you’ll know that I turned my once stage-only late night talk show, The Mystery Hour into a TV show.
I look back at that post I made announcing that at marvel at the between-the-lines naiveté. I wrote that before we had shot anything and that first season was so much work. We’re now on the eve of starting the 4th season of the show and I’m really proud of it. Here’s a short synopsis of what brought us here. Season 1 was an experience in figure-it-out-as-you-go. It was a chore and way too much work. Season 2 was a much more fun experience. Season 3 we moved the show to Saturday nights at 9:00 pm on FOX-KRBK and the 1,000 seat historic Gillioz Theatre. At first, I had a TV show, but didn’t really want to encourage anyone to see it because it wasn’t good yet. Now, I actually tell people about it. I’m proud of it. It’s half hosting and writing a late night talk show and half being a small business owner. I kinda hate the small business owner part, but I do it for the hosting and writing part.
You guys who were around for all of my journey in Los Angeles, I have to tell you, it’s a neat and strange thing to have reached a goal in one sense–having a late night talk show of my own on television, while also not making any money at it and doing it in my spare time. Who knows where this goes, but it’s exciting to have keep the dream alive while back here. Mostly I’m just happy to be doing work I’m proud of.
Here’s a video of The Mystery Hour in Under 3 Minutes
You can check out more videos on our website http://www.themysteryhour.com
So, here is the ulterior motive part of this post. We’re crowdfunding to support Season 4 of The Mystery Hour. My least favorite part of making the show happen is the money. We don’t get any money from the TV station, so it is up to me to sell sponsorships that are included in the content of the show. This season we decided to give crowdfunding a shot to pay for the production of the show as well as the venue expenses.
Head over to our crowdfunding page to have a look.
Here’s the video:
One of the great lessons of my journey from Springfield to Los Angeles and from Los Angeles back to Springfield is that pursuing what you want doesn’t require a location. There are advantages to being in a place like Springfield, for instance, creating a late night talk show and getting it on television. I think this idea is true for all smaller places. There’s a slight inferiority complex that runs through smaller places, I know I have felt it. However, I think it is built on a false premise. Things aren’t necessarily better in bigger places, take some pride in where you’re from, build something where you are. If you want to donate to our cause, do it. If not, don’t worry about it. Mostly I thought it would be fun to show a glimpse of what life looks like more than two years later. I’ve got to head home now to my son that calls me Daddy-o. He made it up and he calls me Daddy-o.