From the Author’s Desk
Ah, writing. The thrill when I open a new document. A new leaf, a new page; each word trickling from the brain to the page. The thrill of writing can lie in the unexpected. Who knows what work might become your magnum opus? How will society interpret the product of your sweat and blood? How might my friend react to my article when I show it to him?
He better laugh. I mean I understand if he doesn’t. Well, I understand if he doesn’t right away. See the punchline of this article is a long way down. So, he might just not pick up on the joke right away. I can really be a subtle author. It’s all a part of my writing style and process. Or maybe I’ve revealed too much of my own genius. Using my innately superior lexicon and diction I might perplex and confuse him with long-winded sentences and superfluous wordplay. Or maybe it’s just the opposite. It could be too simple and crude, like a hastily written piece of satire.
There’s really no proper way to write. Sometimes the letters might fly from fingertips, eager to form words of deep conviction or meaning on the page. Other times writing should be approached with a careful eye. A pondering, originating from the heart, and finding its way to the soul. Yearning to escape; to be free. But your writing should definitely be funny. Funny enough to make my friend laugh when he reads my article.
See I don’t understand why he hasn’t laughed so far. It’s comedic genius. He’s obviously at the part where the joke is being revealed. This is the part where your supposed to smile yah know. Look up from the computer – we make eye contact. Your supposed to tell me this is “good, really good, I liked the part when _____!” It’s comedy, it’s not rocket science. See but no he’s doing it again! He’s missing the point! I clearly spelled it out this time. How many times must I go over this. It’s all an allegory for deeper societal issues. Your supposed to find it funny. Laugh at it. Laugh. I said laugh.
Some genres of writing come more naturally to some writers, while others might have a tougher time. Twain, a magnificent author of fiction. Steinbeck, a critic of his time. Bradbury, the visionary. To me, the most natural writing is done while filling out a missing person’s report to throw off my suspicion to the police. Personality Type? Funny guy; liked to laugh.
