Funny or No?

on June 28, 2007

We’ve all heard it. All the surveys say it’s true. But is it really? Is a sense of humor on a man really all that sexy? I say, YES! A man has to be able to make me laugh. It’s imperative. And he has to be able to turn any joke (or innocent statement) into a sexual innuendo. But that might be just me.

Anyway, what about humor in romances? I read all the time how every girl wants that Alpha male to take charge and carry her up the winding staircase (Rhett anyone?) but would that really be all that sexy if he couldn’t make some hot little joke to make you laugh along the way? Do you really want him to have that serious (bordering on angry) look on his face all the time? I would hate that. I want his face to light up and I want to be able to laugh together until our sides hurt.

I’m struggling with this balancing act in my WIP. If someone asked me to describe my part in a social gathering my first response would be comic relief. I’m that person who will make a joke when it gets too quiet or someone says something awkward. Or I can turn any innocent statement into a sexual innuendo. I’m starting to see a pattern here. But I’m also angsty and I like angst in my romance. I want tears and tugging on my heart strings and I want to feel like these two have struggled enough they deserve to be together and happy already. But where is the line between the two.

I would not say my current WIP is a romantic comedy but there are plenty of laughs. Some elicit a chuckle and some might even make you LOL. But there are also moments you want to hug one of the characters or slide down the wall, curl up in a ball and cry with the other.

Is it possible for these elements to work together? How important is humor in your romance? How about angst? And Maggie (Maggie Robinson means Romance on right column) was sweet enough to do the scientific research to determine Tall, Dark and Handsome is still at the top of the heap. Does your TD&H have to be able to make you laugh? Or is the fact he can lift our fat asses up the stairs enough?

The Voices in my Head

on June 19, 2007

I’m somewhat new to this writing thing. And in case you don’t know, since I’ve never technically mentioned it in here yet, I’m writing a romance novel. Attempting to anyway. So, I’m new to this but I hear (read: read online about) many writers who have these ever present voices in their heads. They are the voices of their characters and they tell them what they want to do, who they want to do it with and where they want to do these things. Sometimes they talk incessantly and sometimes they shut up and getting any information out of them is like pulling teeth.

But I didn’t have any voices in my head when I started writing which is why I never said I’m a writer. The voices are here now. And they won’t shut up. I spent 7 ½ hours driving alone on Sunday but alas, I was not alone. The voices were there and damn it they were going to tell me the rest of their story. Whether I liked it or not. Turns out I did like it and I’m much better now that I know exactly where my story is going, how the scenes are going to happen and most off all how the black moment will happen as well as the resolution scene at the end. It’s much easier to do this when you know all of that ahead of time.

I read an email from one writer who said she hadn’t taken a shower alone since 2005. I thought that was hysterical. But I’m not sure I’m willing to have that many people in the shower with me. So far they have left me alone there. Mostly. And keeping them out of there is great motivation to get this thing done.

Now how about you? Do you have voices in your head? And are they the good kind of voices? Are they telling you to let them have sex already or are your voices the ones that tell you to smack that co-worker in the cubicle next to you. If your voices are the latter (and if they are getting louder) please stop reading and go take your Paxil. If you are the former, feel free to let your voices leave a comment here. It would give them something to do and maybe get you a few minutes of peace and quiet. *g*