I think I’m funny, I certainly hope I am. My family, and girlfriend, frequently tell me I’m not…but, that’s to keep me from becoming too big-headed, right? Actually, I joke a lot, kid, and am sarcastically funny. It’s inherited. My mother was funny and I watched my older brothers being hilarious. To survive, you had to develop a thicker skin and be able to sling the quips back with equal if not better smackdowns. There is a fine line between being sarcastic and being insulting. As a child, you frequently go over that line and get yelled at for it. The phrase, “I was ‘just kidding’, is a familiar one, as you learn that delicate balance.
I think of humor as a coping mechanism. I used to be a lot more quick-witted and before I got chemo-brain I had the comebacks down to an art. I used to think I was as quick as Robin Williams. That man was brilliant in how he would go off on a tangent based on something someone said. I loved his ability to make something out of nothing and it was always funny. I could do that, then. I see it now in my son and wish I could have the snappy comebacks I once did. I genuinely have humor-envy when those boys of mine get on a roll. I do appreciate it.
My girlfriend tells me I’m funny in my own mind, which makes us both laugh when she says it. Her humor is quite different than mine. I don’t know if it’s because she’s a New Englander and I from the Midwest, but the cultural differences between us, the things we find out that are very different, are quite humorous.
When I am writing my books, I never set out to be deliberately funny, I’m fortunate that it comes out at the right time, or, at least, I hope it does. I remember when I wrote Doctored, I thought of some really funny incidents that my character could tell about and used them.
“So these guys are lugging in my supplies on their backs and on donkeys, and I didn’t realize why I was tied up to the donkey. You know, led by a rope?” Deanna was regaling them with stories of her travels and they all smiled appreciatively at her description. “It was as I slipped off the narrow trail face first into the mud and started sliding down the steep slope, hitting tropical plants with my unmentionables, that I realized…that rope that kept me from falling down the mountainside. That was a good idea!”
They all started laughing, nearly choking on the beers they were sharing. “Oh, my gawd, Deanna! Did that really happen?” Magda wiped the tears away from the corner of her eye as she smiled at the story.
Deanna nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been to some pretty funky places. But you know what? It’s one of the greatest things about what I do, seeing the sights. When they hauled my ass back up with that taut rope, I looked at that donkey and the phrase ‘kiss my ass’ had a whole new meaning.”
They all collapsed into laughter again at her imagery.
I am told that my current release is amusing, loving, and dramatic. I hope so. The amusing part is a surprise because I didn’t set out to do that at all, but when I hear from fans that the book made them laugh out loud (LOL), it pleases me no end…even unintentional humor I’m all for.If you get a chance, I’d love to hear your opinion on my efforts at writing, and, apparently humor.
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