Next November I want to write a funny novel. My last two NaNo novels were (are) very serious. Last year I wrote about the journey of an abused slave girl and how she triumphed over her abuser/captor. This year my book is about a young mother and her son, abducted by aliens, who learn that, in order to save humanity from a bitter future of endless and brutal war, they have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Pretty heavy stuff.
Tonight I was wondering why I haven’t made an attempt at writing humor. I mean, who doesn’t love a funny book? I like to think I have a pretty good sense of humor. Here’s a joke I made up:
When either of the boys are finding every excuse to avoid getting ready for bed, I tell him I’m going to change his name to Joseph. Why? Because he’s stallin’.
I’m not so sure if I’m good at making up jokes.
Knitting Interrupted 
lol I’ll have to remember that one for tomorrow night.
OK, maybe it’s ’cause I”m reading this “tomorrow” (after our own Thanksgiving dinner”) but……..I think that is ONE FUNNY JOKE!! And it’s interesting – I’m sort of idly thinking about my next NaNo too (though I’m not quite done with this one). I for SURE understand people doing it more than once. I’m going to go sleep off my turkey now – and yes, I know some ne’er-do-well phony scientsts claim to have discounted the tryptophan theory. They’re full of it (heheheee)