I think there are a few funny lines in some of my stories – I don’t think anyone has ever needed surgery after splitting open their sides, but they may have chuckled. Setting out to purposely write a funny story though is just hard, hard, hard. Dark is so much easier.
I submitted something to the Dead Jesters anthology in August and failed. I thought it was funny enough but not dark enough, while the editors thought it was dark enough but not funny enough. Ho-Hum! That story later sold to Arkham Tales. Phew! I wasn’t going to try again, but thanks to a recent post by Gustavo Bondoni, I was persuaded to give it one more try.
So back to the beginning of my blog post – I think there are a few funny lines in some of my stories, though I’m convinced there are none in Bottling Dead Men’s Breath (working title). One line even resorts to bottom humour and that is always the last resort. Okay, not quite the last as I also have a line about David Hasselhoff in it.
Ooh, and I received an email from Amazon about thirty minutes ago – The Graveyard Book (Neil Gaiman – as if you need me to tell you that) has been dispatched. Woot! Oh wait, I have to read my books in the order I purchased them… Scratches chin and decides ‘sod that’.