Start Here: Wham! Bam! Thank You! Slam!
We'll point you in the right direction...and it might be a surprise.
When I started publishing my essays at The Next Write Thing 2 years ago, I had a project in the back of my mind that I wanted to pursue when the time was right. That time has arrived. I knew that I didn’t want to do this one alone, and by the grace of Substack magic, crossed paths with the incomparable , of You’re Right, I Do Look Tired. We became great friends and found we shared a special bond; a love for live storytelling. We have very different sensibilities and talents and when I asked Eileen to join this project, she didn’t have to think about it for very long. She jumped in and we began scheming and dreaming of all the ways we could have fun together and champion women storytellers and invite trans women and non-binary folx, too.
We’re writing the articles together, passing ideas back and forth, because two heads are better than one.
Eileen makes me funnier just by being in her presence. She’s audacious, and naughty, and inspires me, but I’ll never be Eileen-funny. Her sense of humor is matchless. I’m inspired by her irreverence and blunt honesty, and find myself much funnier when I’m in the company of funny people. What a perk!
I took to my drawing board (digital, not analog) to create our brand. Eileen came up with our name. Connected with our muse, Slamone de Beauvoir, and invited her in to guide us. Eileen’s awfully clever.
Our bottom line? We want to spotlight women’s words. In realtime and virtually in-person. Virtually in-person? I guess that’s a thing, huh?
Wham! Bam! Thank You! Slam! was born. No men were used in the making of this baby. Sisters are indeed, doing it for themselves.
Are you a writer who wants to tell a story? Read more here for the lowdown.
Are you a wonderful and enthusiastic audience member looking for your next great entertainment? We have a post for you, too, because without you, we’re a just a good idea with nowhere to go. Check out your awesome role here.
I have nothing against dicks. I birthed a person who has one. Nevertheless, they need not be everywhere. From riotously raucous to masterfully mellifluous, this sounds like so much fun.
Eek, so exciting!
This is great, thank you.