I thought it was funny that, given my analogy of the creative process being like giving birth, that the only DVD I had on this trip was from Season 2 of the Sarah Silverman Show. The show is okay…crazy irreverent, but there’s always one or two episodes that just blows your mind. That episode this season just happened to be the one where Sarah’s friends force her to realize the fact that she’s 9 months pregnant. And what she gives birth to is shocking.
I highly recommend this episode be watched. Because of this recommendation, I won’t give away what happens, but here’s her recap at the end of the show:
Sarah is sitting in bed, giving her dog, Doug, a massage.
“A lot happened these past few days, Doug. I mean, I had a baby, I won a go-kart race, I peed on a stick. You would have liked that. I guess I’m happy being a mother. I mean, my child is disgusting and I hope I never see him again, but still…they say that when parents feel that way it builds a child’s character so…maybe he’ll grow up to be some bigshot CEO or a revered trumpetist.”
And then since she doesn’t know who the father is:
“Sorry for the bulk email. I know it’s lame but I just found out I’m 9 months pregnant. Frowny face? Could you shoot me back if this might be yours? If you forward this email to 10 people, it will bring you good luck! JK! From, Sarah Silverman. Send.”
Can you imagine if I sent out a mass email like that?
“I’ve just given birth to a 281 page baby, in the genre of fantastical modern romance, and I was wondering if it might be yours? If so, I was wondering if you would like to have copious amounts of sex with me, so I can deal with the postpartem depression of having to send the writing out into the world.”
Love it. First, 256 pages to go.