I am in need of some assistance.
It’s back.
I’m haunted by it.
The urge.
Urge.
Such a great word.
It rumbles.
Urges rumble.
I think the word ‘urge’ sounds best when said in a way that imitates a digeridoo.
Try it yourself!
(pro tip? save the ‘ge’ sound for the end as a kind of punctuation)
My urge?
A live performance, featuring me.
I need to perform on stage the same way a border collie needs to work. Performing is what I was born to do.
Given that I’m behind on the book of wrong answers, and that I’m soon shooting a television show, writing a play doesn’t seem like a good idea.
Instead? I’m going to host an evening performance of me reading some posts from the foolsletter.
People will come and sit with me in my studio.
(I can only host up to ten of you)
But don’t despair!
We’ll stream it live on some sort of streaming thingie
(those logistics I’ll work out later)
And I’ll record the audio too. Who knows where the audio might be useful...
So.
Here’s where I’m looking for a bit of a hand here.
There are a …
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