In other words, this :
I’ve thought about it more, and yeah, I would move to the USA to write for The Onion.
How could I refuse? I would be jumping from the gutter all the way to the heights of modern comedy writing in one enormous Superman-like leap.
For that kind of opportunity, I’d move to Hell. Or worse, Trump’s America.
At least Chicago is a Great Lakes city, so sanity would be only a lake away.
Still, it’s a bracing thought. I would have to get my passport, which ain’t cheap, and have to deal with all the rigmarole involved with getting a work visa.
Becoming an American citizen is not an option. Dual citizenship, maybe.
As nice as it would be to be able to vote in their elections, and therefore have more of a right to have an opinion on their politics, I am not giving up being Canadian for anything.
I love my country. It’s a vital part of me. End of story.
Now I don’t know how far $70K USD/year goes in Chicago, but at the moment it’s worth a hair over $100K CDN, so I have to assume I’d be able to live a pretty nice life.
Not the heights of glamour and luxury, but those don’t appeal to me anyhow. I would just rent a nice little house in a nice little neighborhood with lots of trees in it (we humans love to live in the forest) and make a nice little nest for myself.
Sounds absolutely lovely to me. My own little slice of heaven.
But I probably should not be getting that far ahead of myself. For all I know, it’s a remote job, or can be.
In which case I would be living here off of $100K/year. And even here, that would get me a fairly nice life.
So this is a goal worth putting some damned effort into, is what I am saying.
As for the 30 Onion style headlines, it’s not like I have to write them all at once. The deadline is over a month away. Theoretically I could write one a day until then and still make the cut.
More probably I would write a few here and a few there and once I had the requisite number I would spend the rest of the time refining the fuck out of them until each one was as funny and sharp as I could make it.
Assuming I can pull myself together enough to start.
Heck, even if the gig is out of reach, it would still be a good comedy writing exercise, and who knows? Maybe I would launch my own rival satirical website.
Call it The Potato. Both because of my Prince Edward Island heritage and because “the Potato has many eyes. ”
You know. Like a news organization.
I suppose my prospects are not great. For all I know, they are not even taking applications from outside the USA, although if so, they should have said so.
But I would like to think the folks at The Onion are cooler than that. Why restrict your search for the funniest people around to just the USA?
For all they know, there’s a dynamite genius satirist living in Lower Angola who would be a major asset to their team.
Or. Ya know. Living in Richmond, BC. Ahem.
It’s certainly something to think about. I know that if I summon up the wherewithal (that ever elusive substance) to get my list of headlines started, I will probably finish it.
Then it would be a matter of coming up with a really funny cover sheet and a resume so hilarious that they don’t notice that there’s almost nothing on it.
I just have to keep reminding myself that I am a hilariously funny comedy writer and bound to be better than like 90 percent of the other applicants, so I at least have a chance to get the gig.
Then I would go back to the VFS writing campus and SHOVE IT IN THEIR FACE.
More after the break.
About not failing myself
The real trick with this Onion thing is holding on to it.
Because I know what will happen if I don’t do a specific intervention to prevent it. It will sit there in my mind, seemingly not going anywhere but in reality slipping slowly away as my fear and aversion not only keep me frozen in place and unable to move forward but very gradually pull it backwards in my mind in an attempt to (badly) solve the impasse until I have forgotten all about it until it’s way too late.
And then while my conscious mind is kicking itself for letting this golden opportunity slip away due to my inaction, a quieter but more deep and powerful part of my mind is going, “Phew, thank God that is over, we almost had to do something!”.
I can feel it starting to happen in my mind as I type these very words.
So I am going to need to prevent that by starting my list of headlines very soon. Tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Once I get that going, my need to complete what I start should take over and I will at least finish the list.
And at that point, throwing together a “resume” (hah) and a cover letter would be no big deal so why the heck not just do it and then forget about it.
I guess I can ask them whether they take Canadian applicants and/or remote workers in the cover letter.
If not, whatever, it was good to get activated like that regardless. I need to tap into my capacity for hope and optimism and ambition as often as I can because I am convinced that my ebullient nature is my ticket out of this hole I’ve been in.
It’s just a matter of overcoming the fear I have of using it.
Oh, because that would take me “out of control”.
Well fuck control. Control don’t work.
Time to try a little chaos.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.