This is Half Throttle, a newsletter about me, sporadically. I’ll be slinging laughs, stories, rambling tidbits, and minor obsessions.
I know. I know a few of you are reading this and thinking, “Another project, Yvie?”
Philly Meet Market is going nicely, by the way. And Celebrity Side Hustlers is extremely new, but it makes me smile when the day job makes me feel particularly murder-y and like a povo. (Really, Gal Gadot? A mac and cheese start-up?)
Here’s what you can expect. Occasional typos that will only appear after I hit SEND. Run-on sentences when I’m feeling particularly excited about whatever I’m sharing with you that day. A flagrant abuse of adverbs.
Some of the more personal and creatively exploratory stuff—stand-up comedy, short stories, video sketches, etc.—will be behind a paywall until my skin becomes metaphorically thicker. When it does, I will release the hounds. If we’re friends, you’ll see it all anyway.
Some days you might get a tight five stand up set. The next day, an essay or a short story. A few days after that, a dad joke filtered through my happily single and childless auntie lens. A month later, a rock opera or audio play because as Celine Dion intoned, “I got no man. I got no lady. I got nobody. I do it for myself.”
But um, less dark. Somebody check on Celine! (To be fair, Celine immediately went on to say all of that was because “I feel gooood!”) ‘Cause I’m blessed with a bunch of wonderful somebodies. And you. And I can’t wait to share and play.
All that said, I want this to feel like a community. Just know how much I appreciate you supporting me, whether you’re paying attention or a bit of what-the hell moolah via subscription. Mama’s got a mortgage, a retirement fund, and an affinity for seasonal produce. But the love is free.
~ Yvie Rocks