I am trying to write a funny book (Harri’s, for those of you invisible people who want to know). Not roll in the aisles funny, yet more than just a feel good funny. I want folks to laugh. Chuckle.
Yet I am finding it difficult. Me. The Joker. You’d think writing humor stuff would come naturally. Well, so does walking and y’all know how great I am at that.
I wish I could write like Fay Jacobs. Now, that woman can write funny. That didn’t come out right. She can write humorous tales. Better?
She lives in Rehoboth Beach (Delaware, right?) and writes good books. Like As I Lay Frying and For Frying Out Loud and Fried and True. I’ve not had the pleasure of reading an entire book yet. I’ve read snippets and had the pleasure of hearing her read from one. She’s good.
As I write, I find that my humor is more subtle, more day-to-day life kind of funny. Puns. Love puns. Any word games or play on words.
Anyway, back to writing. Funny. I need to be funny.