How I got here.

It’s almost that time of year again ūüôā If you’re looking for a really funny, almost squeaky clean comedian for your Christmas Party, please E mail me:

It’s odd how I’ve spent so much of my life trying to get better at things, love, Stand Up, Writing, purpose; and as I made mistakes,¬† sharpened my saw always trying to get better, I realized, time kept slipping away. I guess this is called, the “state of becoming.” I don’t know exactly how to say this but, I’ve been in this state my entire life, always trying to grow and always from ‘within,’ always listening¬† to my instincts and rarely doing what others did, always from my corner of the sand box. I don’t know why I do things this way, It’s easier to copy and watch and make what others are doing, your own. But it’s as if I have blinders on and I have to keep fighting to grow from within. Being this way is the reason I’ve: put tape over the oil light in one of my cars because I was tired of the light blinking. It’s the reason I jumped off the garage when I was 9 wearing a cape thinking I could fly. It’s the reason I’m always lost in some creative thought and don’t see what’s happening around me. My wife uses these moments to SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME!!! ( once she hid under the stairs with a scary mirror and turned it on when I hit the last step and nearly made me shit my pants. It’s the reason I walked into an advanced calculus class thinking I could do it and five minutes in, slammed my books closed and went and got hammered. It’s the reason I went on stage for the first time all those years ago, unprepared, went in shock and tried to run away. Instead, I face planted into the audience. It’s also the reason I’m about to publish my second novel, have one a national award for teaching Stand Up and have one of the longest running stand up writing classes in Canada!

It’s also the reason I’m about to share my Humor Works Shop with combat veterans with PTSD. As I’ve watched the years pass by, always giving each moment as much as I can and wondering when the ‘Big Break,’ would happen, I realize, it just did. All the years of what I’ve gone through as a person, the set backs, the terror of getting on stage, fighting to become sober and fighting even harder to become a better instructor, Stand Up and person, has lead to this incredible opportunity. I’ll be building a work shop to help Soldiers share their story and work though their PTSD. I’ve always thought humor was a place, a destination something used to jump over the next person in line to get what everyone wants. Turns out it’s always been about healing. The place I’ve been digging at ‘within,’ has been something I never considered until this moment. Humor isn’t about looking for the punch line. It’s about looking for- ourselves.

Working with these soldiers is my big break. Through every can of pop I opened and  splootched in my face, every time I hit a moose while reaching for a coffee cup, the time I thought God was talking to me when I was sky diving and it was the speaker on my harness and god was the dive master guy. All the things that have happened in my story have lead me to my moments, the moments I was supposed to be in so I could sharpen my saw and be prepared for the moments that needed me, like using humor. . . .to heal.

MY next Private Stand Up Writing Class begin Monday January 29 at Yuk’s Edmonton. For information E mail me at:

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Remember those who have given everything for us.


Where do we get our Humor from?

My next writing class begins January 29 at Yuk’s Edmonton. My class is about story, our individual stories;¬† and the “mitacomedy” DNA that’s in our story. I’m about to publish my second novel and have applied my writing skills as a novelist to the Stand Up Classes. We will be covering all aspects of being a successful comedian, writing mechanics, genres, habits, style as well as the show/creative aspect and the business/ results.¬† If you’re interested in my class please e mail me:


August 28 Class FOUR. Misdirection Perspective.

Paul At Chapters/Indigo. Remember, besides being a touring Stand Up Comedian, I’m also an author. You can get my first novel, “The Angel’s Claw,”at the North Town Indigo, 9450-137 AVE Edmonton.¬† 780-475-4830


Our Comedy grad is Tuesday October 17 at Yuks in The Century Casino: Doors open at 6:30 and Showtime is 7:30. Tickets are 10.00$ only at the door and proceeds got to PTSD Canada. Alright, I know my class is hard and pushes everyone in it. I want to thank everyone who has worked hard in my class. I would really appreciate your feedback of my class. Please E mail me at and tell me how you have found my class so far.

The principles of this class are:A)  identity, theme B) story/ the set C) joke writing for our story/set D) Writing mechanics and genres. REMEMBER: for the home work this week: (FIVE NEW JOKES) a solid opening and closing joke and three in the middle; misdirection if you want and from different points of view of you want.

EXAMPLES: (I’m playing with a story/set, that is about my wife and I getting our dog. (I have the opportunity to write from at least 3 different perspectives here.)

  1. In misdirection we want the punchline to be UNEXPECTED. A joke should reveal us, who we are and that can also be accomplished by allowing other perspectives. We can also use popular quotes and sayings that are connected to our joke: ‘run forest run, you can’t handle the truth, I see dead people.’
  2. My wife rescued a stray, had it groomed, worked on its anger, had it neutered and two years later. . .we were married. (I wanted me to be the stray in the joke that needed rescuing. This joke is from her perspective. I listed amplifiers that have emotion, these take away from the punchline. I began with the question and answer process and found that my wife basically rescued me. REMEMBER, the question is the premise and the answer is the punchline. The amplifiers make it misdirection.
  3. MY PERSPECTIVE: This story is about driving to Saskatoon to get a dog. Yes, really happened. REMEMBER: when we add others to the premise we load the premise by creating opportunity for emotion. EXAMPLE: “My wife wanted to drive to Saskatoon to get a dog. I said, why Saskatoon, why not Red Deer, Saint Albert, Leduc? I mean, I only had to go to Roslyn to get you.”
  4. From the dog’s perspective: As I asked questions about this premise, I found: we don’t rescue dogs, dogs rescue us, and, dogs choose their family from Heaven. ( I like the second one better and will use this in a joke.)
  5. They say puppies choose their homes from Heaven. (What’s the last thing I would say here, what’s the real emotion the elephant in the room in this premise?) I Q and A’d and came up with, our puppy didn’t chose us it chose me. So now the joke looks like this- WE WANT EMOTION. This joke will have more if my wife says the premise: My wife said, “puppies choose their forever homes from Heaven. ( we want amplifiers that support the premise distract from the punchline and IF YOU WANT, can also FORESHADOW the next joke or one to come.) “homes that are stable, loving and nurturing. I said, if that’s true, the puppy didn’t choose us. It chose me.” ‘and we laughed.” (This joke could have her as the one the dog chose our she saying the puppy chose the wrong house.
  6. Premise, punchline add the amplifiers.
  7. Your set for Monday is: OPENING JOKE- second best joke ( YOUR THEME SHOULD BE MENTIONED IN YOUR INTRODUCTION the first minute.) First part of story/set SECOND JOKE, story, THIRD JOKE, story, FOURTH JOKE, story, CLOSING JOKE (best joke)
  8. ADD THE AMPLIFIERS TO THIS JOKE. :Ever heard, we don’t rescue dogs they rescue us? I don’t know, very time I called when my car broke down, not once did Rex pick up.”
  9. Have fun on your set, rehearse, write it out and keep journalling and taping your set and writing new jokes. Use emotion!
  10. REMEMBER: you  can book me for your event, as a comedian, key note or for a workshop. Pass this on please: E mail me:

August 28 class 3: MISDIRECTION.

I’ll be performing at the “Comedy Factory,” this Friday and Saturday. If you want tickets e mail me at: Remember, I’m also a nationally touring comedian, if you want to bring me to your event, retreat, Christmas party e mail me at ¬†I’d really appreciate it if you share this. Thank you.

HOMEWORK FOR CLASS FOUR: Go through the stories of your life that really share YOUR THEME. Choose one of these stories you’d like to perform on your Stand Up Performance and insert FIVE MISDIRECTION JOKES. Here is the formula for misdirection; REMEMBER to use your THREE PAGES IN YOUR JOURNAL to work on your set for Monday.

1)Choose a STORY/FRAME that broadcasts your THEME.


Alright, lets get down to MISDIRECTION. First we look at our story: I’m choosing me being messy. I’m kind of a clutter bug and when I share this I’m revealing who I am and that’s what good stories and jokes do. Look at your first sentence and Q and A it! ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†My first sentence is: I wasn’t sure if I should tell my wife I was a slob when I met her. QUESTION: ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† “Why wouldn’t I tell her? ANSWER: ¬†I already had enough against me. Telling her I was messy might have been too much to bare. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†So we have a the Q and A for the first sentence of my set. (REMEMBER the POOL ¬†at the bottom of your STAND UP writing page that we make? I wrote down at the bottom of the page that there should be a personal bottom line of wants that have to be met in a relationship before it can move forward a personal wish list that has to me met, five, ten, fifty years later. I find this interesting and will use it for another joke. Get in the habit of also doing that.


EXAMPLE: I didn’t tell my wife I was messy when I met her, I was angry, broke and drunk. Telling her I was messy would have been too much to bare.


First look at a sentence in your story. 1) I decided to clean my car one handful of garbage at a time. 2) What’s something that would be sarcastic? (it would take a million years, I’d be a hundred when I finish? Where I decided to start? YES. Here’s the joke.

“I decided to clean my car one handful of garbage at a time, it was crammed with paper, cups and newspapers. I decided to start next year.

Keep setting up the premise and then adding three comments that are different than the punch line. The comments create the misdirection.

E mail me if you have any questions. Have fun and allow yourself to reveal you in your material and make sure your punch lines make a point. 1) Premise. 2) three comments. 3) unexpected punch line. Keep playing with this, the more emotion the bigger the laugh.

August 28 CLASS 2: Writing Perspective.

Great second class everyone. Thank you for your creative courage, your fearlessness and passion. I’m grateful for your commitment to your talent your story and to each other in the class. Have fun with this writing exercise, remember to journal each day and to use your journals to dig deeper ¬†into a Q and A and then the emotion and the truth in the Q and A and the joke that comes from that.

REMEMBER: I will take my Humor Workshops on the road, to retreats, conventions and work settings. If you’d like to bring my workshop or Key note to an event or to perform my Stand Up at your function, e mail me at:

CLASS EXERCISE: We each have a story to exchange with a class mate. Take the story you were given and write FIVE jokes (TAG) about the story. Write an opening joke a closing joke and three more for the middle. For class have the 4 to 5 minute  story you were emailed rehearsed with the 5 jokes ready to perform for class.

Here’s the story Laura sent me. I’ll work on some jokes in this blog so you can follow along. Remember to keep your energy positive and reject all doubt. It does you no good. We’re all about aligning our energy with what we want our humor to attract.


I was on a motorcycle trip with my boyfriend and three other people. We stopped in Fernie for the night and were walking to a restaurant for dinner when we saw a group of people looking down on a river from an overpass. We stopped and looked too, and saw the exciting finish of a raft race. All the participants, (about six people in about 20 or so rafts) were in costume and we joined in with the onlookers and cheered as each raft crossed the finish line. We then continued on to the restaurant and took a table on the patio. After a few minutes, we were the only ones left outside, right smack dab in the middle of the patio.  Shortly thereafter, the entire patio, (and it was a BIG patio) started filling up with post-race paddlers, enthusiastically discussing the big event. We were completely taken over, and caught up in the middle of the wrap-up complete with speeches, trophies and door prizes. We found ourselves holding our breath waiting for the MC to announce one of us as the winner of a Town of Fernie travel mug.  One of our group even got up and started taking pictures of the winning team shaking hands with the MC as he handed them their trophy. It was ridiculous and a riot, all at the same time. We asked the waitress to take a picture of us and got photo-bombed by the table behind us. They were a great bunch of people and kinda accepted us as honorary racers. The end!

I was on a motorcycle trip with my boyfriend and 3 other people. (if there was 3 other people were they on 1 other bike, 2 or a bike with one of those side cars, you know where the passenger’s wearing goggles from WW 1 and is wearing a silk scarf? What are the deeper meanings in the first sentence? 12 hours on motor bike, the best way to see the Rockies? I’m wondering about the lone rider, is there a reference here to a 3rd wheel? I’m not sure this works because the energy in this story is so happy. Question, what else is a motor bike trip like?

FIRST JOKE: A motorcycle trip is a lot like an acid trip, both are 12 hours, both feel like your flying and both leave you ¬†covered in insects. (I found this joke by thinking about being on a bike all day, what would that feel like?) ¬†SECOND JOKE : When we came down from the trip the first place we stopped was Fernie ( Did you how I foreshadowed the second joke with TRIP? This is like an all day drive, eight hours. Why not rent a Cadillac ? Because you’re not a bad boy if you have AC. Joke number 2: We stopped in Fernie. We were going to go to Cranbrook but realized we had too much self-esteem. THIRD JOKE We were walking to to a restaurant when we saw a group on a bridge. Being from the prairie, we’d seen this before and acted and shouted, JUMP! ¬†(I wrote these three jokes in ten minutes. I’m starting here to get a feel for this story. I’ll keep asking Questions and Answering them. Then I’ll find the point and the deeper points as well as the emotions and write a better constructed joke. Remember, the jokes we write will be INCLUDED with the story./ This then will become our SET. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† REMEMBER: our class Performance is Monday October 16 at Yuk Yuks. The show begins at 7:30 and the tickets are 10$ at the door.

REMEMBER: I can be seen on You Tube and can be booked to perform my Stand Up at your event. I have copies of my novel in class and you can see my tour dates and videos on this web site. Please spread the word about my class. Thank you everyone, I’m really proud of you and will always answer your questions.

August 28 Stand Up Writing, Class 1

Thank you, all of you for being in my Stand Up Writing Class!!! The first class was great. All of you shared your talent and creativity and were open to the lessons I was sharing. Remember, your story the set you choose to develop and share in your performance reveals you. Your story carries your theme your market brand and allows others to know that your normal makes them feel normal. Your humor heals.

REMEMBER: I’m also a performing stand up comedian. I can perform at your Christmas party, Fund Raiser or event. I can also bring my “Courage To Laugh,” work shop to your business. Please share this with others. I’d really appreciate it. I also have copies of my first novel “The Angel’s Claw.” Please ask me about my book. I’m on You tube.

The ingredients in joke writing: Story, ( a two minute story from your life that holds your theme.) A great joke is the answer to a good question. We’re going to simply ASK and ANSWER FIVE questions from each sentence in the story we choose. Journal three pages a day on the story. Ask questions about the people in your story, the place, the feelings.

REMEMBER: The premise holds a KEY WORD so does the PUNCHLINE. Ask questions about these words. Can they be replaced? Do the other people in your story have the same word choices as you? Give them their own voice.

EXAMPLE: MY THEME: ‘I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing it anyway.’ The story I’ve chosen that amplifies my MARKET BRAND: I’m a slob. (We’re going to Q and A each sentence with FIVE questions and answers and chose the one we like the best and simply put it into our story at the beginning of each sentence. This is the same as embellishing a story except BECAUSE WE’RE WRITING JOKES IN A STORY THAT CARRIES OUR THEME WE’RE THEN AMPLIFYING OUR THEME.

MY STORY. 1) Why does my wife think I’m a slob? Because my car is crammed with garbage. ¬†She said there’s no space in my car. ( What she’s really saying is there needs to be more space for her stuff!) If my car was crammed with her stuff would she still be calling me a hoarder? What is the point here? That I’m running out of space. What does that remind me of? Running out of options! How do I use this in a PUNCH LINE? How do I make this a joke that reveals me? Make me the punchline.

  1. My wife keeps buying stuff, her car is filled with shoes, boxes and clothes. I said she was a hoarder because her car was out of space. She said, “I might be a hoarder but I’m not your first marriage. You’re out of options.” (I would use this to start my story/set about cleaning my car out one handful of garbage at a time.
  2. My story happens in TD Bank. What does TD stand for? I asked a bunch of questions and came up with this joke.
  3. “All the money in my account disappeared, service charges, bank fees and transactions. I wondered what TD meant, turns out it’s “TU DU!”
  4. Remember: Look at your premise and ask what the secret is , the unspoken, the Elephant in the room. This unspoken idea is the punchline. What we ask of the punchline is the PREMISE.
  6. EXAMPLE: QUESTION, Why am I such a slob? ANSWER: My parents live on in my garbage.
  7. (We’ll be discussing this more next class) Put your premise in the circle and make the cross and insert 4 perspectives on 4 corners of the cross. Ask and answer questions from each perspective.
  8. Journal three pages each day on your material, story, Q and A’s premises and punchlines. If you journal around the questions and ideas of your set you will reap the benefits.
  9. HOMEWORK: Choose a TWO MINUTE story from your life that holds your THEME/ MARKET BRAND , a story that reveals you and ask and answer FIVE questions on each sentence.
  10. Have fun. If you’re stuck ASK and ANSWER questions about being stuck and ask from different perspectives, from your critic, from who you were when you were 10, from your pet ūüôā If you have any questions E mail me at:

The times I laughed the hardest were also some of the most embarrassing. Once, I was sitting by a window and the guy across from me asks me to close the window. What “I” didn’t notice, was one of the ten people sitting around the table placed coffee creamers in the window thing where the window slides ( is there a name for that, ‘the window jam, or sill, or the gimmick ?) ¬†Any who, I get up absolutely oblivious and slammed the window closed. The five or so aforementioned unseen creamers, EXPLODED IN MY FACE! I stood facing away from the table, the laughter behind me, deafening! As I slowly turned and faced the table, a couple of people fell off their chairs, and the ear splitting laughter somehow, got louder. There’s a point where laughter, if it’s loud enough and it’s directed at you, takes on the sounds of someone jack hammering a sidewalk.

It’s odd that laughter can be so deafening when you’re the source of the laughter. The fact that I “initially,” wasn’t laughing, ¬†you’d think would have an affect on the decibels but NO, not so much, they howled and wiped away tears until my ‘nervous uncomfortable I did not see that coming’ laugh, joined the group. I still see them, slapping the table , leaning into each other, pointing at me. I don’t have any hard feelings against the guy that planned the “creamescapade,” mostly because he contracted cancer and DIED!

The point is, the funny beyond writing, beyond craft and creative mechanics, past rehearsing and planning, ‘our OUT TAKES,’ the real moments that reveal who we are, the secret side of us that we would rather hide or spend years concealing until we have the courage to share; these are the stories we should be sharing when we’re: giving a speech, sharing a seminar, selling, or want someone to know who we truly are. “Our Out Takes,” are the epicenter of who we are.

When we trip on a kid’s toy, lose our minds when a wasp flies into our tent, pee our pants, trip and stumble face first into a plant, spill a milk shake down out shirt, fart really loud in a full elevator, forget someone’s name and they want to be introduced; these out takes- make us approachable, our normal makes an audience- feel normal.

Yeah, a politician avoids looking normal and pretends they’re 10 feet tall and bullet proof because ‘stumbling’ at a news briefing makes everyone smell blood because everyone else is perfect. Hiding behind an image to sell yourself will only surround you with more people who are just as phony.

Our ‘out takes,’ our clumsiness, our falling at a picnic, our scream at a spider web, a soda pop we opened and overflows on our nephew’s head- are treasure. They’re part of our collective DNA and need to be explored and shared in your social, business and career moments. Saying the same things everyone else has said makes us sound like everyone else. Our out takes and the energy they convey and the laughter and connection they create with a group and audience do more in creating results and attracting purpose than the energy we spend trying to hide and pretend they didn’t happen.

Recently, I was walking into a Canadian Tire with my wife and a group was walking out. The group was looking at me, and ‘I Thought ‘ they recognized me from TV, or a Comedy Club or maybe a book signing. As I walked toward them I tripped and stumbled in my slippers like I’d been shot and¬†because of inertia, I couldn’t stop the free fall full out moron trot for like TEN FEET! Noreen didn’t acknowledge it because, WITH ME, my out takes are every fifteen minutes but the group, in my mind, ¬†laughed a little too hard.

If you’re looking for a Comedian For your Christmas Party book Paul Sveen through ITC Entertainment. E mail me for details:

MY NEXT STAND UP WRITING CLASS: We will be exploring our ‘Out Takes,” as well as” Writing mechanics, call backs, tags, running gags. theme, style as well as the business of Stand Up: winning a show case, writing for an audience and writing for others, working on confidence, and more in my Stand Up Class beginning ¬†August 28 at Yuk Yuks Edmonton. ¬†For information on my class E mail me at

Lessons from a boy.

(This will be a series of blogs on the lessons I’ve learned over different stages of my life. This blog is from my early years.) ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†I was born in a Universe, a long long time ago, a place called, Lampman Saskatchewan. A village with a hospital where I was born on a cold Winter night on December 30th. Apparently, according to my mom, I was induced because the Doctor wanted to be in the big city, “Regina,” on New Years eve. I’ve always felt cheated. December 30 is a horrible birthday. It’s at the end of the holiday season, after Christmas and before New year. Everyone is partied out and broke. If I wanted, lest say, a road race set for my Birthday I’d get something like a brush with a racing stripe. I’m not trying to get anyone feel sorry for us bottom of the pickle barrel Capricorns, I’m just trying to tell you what happened.

I remember once I was by myself, I was 2 ish, and reaching into a pond for a tadpole. I was literally squatting on the edge of a 30 foot abyss into a certain death, trying to reach this frog and my mom sunk up behind me and pulled me back and beat the tar out of me. Why is it something like a near death experience is less painful than the life lesson that comes with it?

One of the earliest dreams I remember was when I was 3 and in the dream I was standing by a fast moving river. There was a large orange and brown dog standing next to me. I think it might have been a memory from a past life. I don’t know if it’s true past life. If I’ve lived past lives, shouldn’t I be as least a little smarter than I am, you know, carry over knowledge?

I have a lot of stuff I can’t explain in my life. When I was six, my parents would find me under the stairs whispering to something. I thought it was a yellow kangaroo. That’s what it looked like to me. It would visit me at night and tell me things; obviously nothing life changing, like the heads up on Microsoft stock, or buy Google. Nope, nothing. All’s the yellow kangaroo gave me was ‘stigma,’ My sister swears it was an alien. Really?

My point is, even as a boy I had a story. We all do. What I learned from my early years was, “be curious, explore, take a risk, dance to the beat of my own drum. I was a sensitive kid that turned into a sensitive adult, (some will say toooooooo sensitive.)

I think I’m a spiritual person, I believe that when I’m vulnerable and live through my heart I emit joy and this happiness attracts my purpose. Fear and anger repels opportunity. I know it sounds simple but the boy that I was, is still a big part of the guy that is writing this blog.

I was honored to be given a Canadian Service Medal for “The Courage To Laugh,” in recognition of teaching stand up comedy. If you’re interested, my next award winning class begins August 28. E mail me for information. Also, E mail me and tell me what you thought of this blog.

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Our Comedy Class has been selected to be on “Canada’s 150th Birthday Celebration National Web Site!!!” I’m so honored. If you want, here’s the link. Check it out please and share the link if you can. The title of the story is, “Courage to laugh.” We’re the first story.

I’ve been teaching Stand Up Comedy for 23 years. All the classes have been amazing, the different dynamic of each class, the learning curves, the growth I’ve managed to get on my end and the blessing of sharing everything I know with my students. My next class begins Monday August 21 at Yuk Yuks Edmonton. If you’re interested E MAIL ME:

I’ve said this before but. . .I always thought there was a “AHA!” moment in Stand Up. Just, one day, the clouds would separate and the comedy God’s would give me a tablet with all the ‘Comedy Commandments.’ Never happened! Breakthroughs happen because we worked for them. In no real order, here are some of the steps forward I have gleaned over the years:Story is the boss, tell my truth, tell my story, my theme and market brand are in my stories, tell the stories that embarrass me and reveal me. Write a premise out and then look for a story FROM YOUR LIFE that has this idea. Tag the story and share the story as a set/frame (I’m was a bed wetter. I used to wake up in a wet bed so many times my mom had to get a special industrial space age rubber sheet so I wouldn’t destroy the mattress. My childhood urine was like Alien Acid. It made wood rust! I wet the bed so much that my mom couldn’t keep up with the laundry. I used to wake up with wet long johns and put them on a bicycle wheel and spin it until they were dry and then wear them to school. That was weird. Looking back I think comedians wet the bed as a child because it helps us with shitting the bed latter as Comedians,

Being honest and asking what “you really feel” about a premise and starting there, with person stories and dark emotions and taboo points is how we find REAL punchlines. It’s work but this is where the rubber hits the road, ‘pun intended.’ I remember a decade ago, a young woman in my class who always had a hard time being herself in front of the class. We worked on it for 4 weeks out of the five week class. On the last day she began crying. I knelt beside her desk as others comforted her. She began telling us a story of living in a million dollar house and she and her sisters hadn’t ate in days. Her dad was using the home as a way to promote himself and his kids were starving. She began to compose herself and said, “I haven’t told anyone this, my friends, outside family members, no one! Only you in this class know this but she said it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. She shared her story on stage to a full house and received a standing ovation. She later told me that her studies improved and her social life and it also gave her the courage to confront her dad.

We need to be ourselves no matter what. It’s how we find our strengths and we can’t find them by being what others want us to be. When you follow you strengths/joy. . .you will always put yourself where you’re supposed to be!

You can see me on YOU Tube and on Face Book. If you’re looking for a comedian for your Christmas Party or Event want to be a part of my next Comedy Class or would like my Humor Workshop at your Business, E MAIL ME:

Don’t Forget To Laugh.

I’ve been selected to be on Canada’s National 150th Birthday Web site. A huge honor. The link is on the bottom of this blog ūüôā I want to share a few road stories I’ve managed to remember over the years. And when I say, ‘managed,’ I mean, after touring for three decades, writing Fringe Plays and novels, sharing Stand Up Writing classes being on tour and being married to the amazing Nernie, stories get misplaced but really, never forgotten, just kind of, reconstructed, do you know what I mean?

Is it just me or, do we all kind of add and subtract from our stories over the years until a few decades later, we’re not sure if the story ever happened or if we made part of it or even all of it up? Wow!!! I’ve been through a lot of scrapes over the years, from being in a packed car driven by a crazy person on drugs as he drove through a bon-fire a half a dozen times at a bush party as his car was plummeted by full beer bottles by a couple of hundred drunks. I also went sky diving and forgot exactly what to do and almost unstrapped myself from the harness at three thousand feet. Once I was on the road with a comic who hadn’t talked for five hours. ¬†We hit glare ice in the Crows Nest Pass and as we came over a hill, a panel van was spinning toward us in OUR LANE!!!. I don’t know why but something told me ‘not to touch the breaks!’ I took my foot off the break and just kind of watched as if it was a movie. In an act of God, the van kind of spun past us almost as if we drove through it and we weren’t scratched! A few miles down the road, the other comic finally said, “that was close!”and went back to not talking.

I fell off the stage the first time I was on one. Fell right onto a table. The table collapsed and all the drinks fell on me. I don’t know what happened after because I ran out of the club and walked home, devastated and in shock!!! ¬†Another time, I was at a red light with another new comic. A car packed with red necks pulls up beside us and the new comic, who thinks he’s a rock star, is staring at the missing link driving the packed car. The red neck says to the new comic, “you gotta a freakin problem?” The new comic takes a puff of his cigarette and says, “I will spend the weekend in your shit cave!” Long story short, the redneck gets out of his car and slapped the shit out of the opener until the light turned green. I laughed harder than I’ve laughed in a like, forever.

The point is, this was my normal. It isn’t now but it was back then. I laughed a lot back then because I had my head up my butt. I still laugh but through thinking about the next joke. I don’t like that. I’ve realized how serious I’ve been over the years and also the power of letting go and laughing. I know about the energy that humor transmits and what it attracts. I also know the power of hard work and what it takes to write novels and jokes. The miracle is to combine the two and be yourself while you do it. This will be the series I’ll be sharing in these summer blogs: story and laughter. Damn, that’s a match made in comedy Heaven.

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