They say life is stranger than fiction. I agree with this. It’s also funnier. Often times, even when humor is verbal, it is still situational. I can tell people about the hilarious conversations I’ve had with say my best friend, but you still had to be there.
For instance, her and I often make jokes about things like what kind of cult leader we’d be and what would entice us to sell our souls… nothing is sacred when we are together. On the surface, the conversations aren’t all that funny. However, at their specific spot in time, they are hysterical.
This funny factor is why I don’t like romance. It’s hard to take a mushy book seriously when the wife suddenly turns to the husband and asks if he realizes how much he is contributing to the green house effect. But that is the kind of intimacy and the sorts of events that dampen romance. Your husband could be Prince Charming six days out of seven, but on the seventh day, he is going to make up for it in some way. We accept our partners, flaws and all, and that doesn’t really fit into a romance novel.
For example, for about six months over a year ago, when I said or did something my husband found ridiculous (this happens often just FYI), he would look at me and say “Really?” The tone of his voice when he said it coupled with the look on his face… I would be in pain trying not to laugh. He didn’t mean for it to be funny, he meant to highlight what he thought of whatever I had just done, but it was hysterical. And eventually, I got where I would do and say things just to elicit that response. I couldn’t laugh at the time, but I could when I repeated the incident to people later. He stopped after he realized it tickled my funny bone.
With the deadpan seriousness my husband put into that one word, it wouldn’t be funny in a book, it would come across as verbally abusive. It just wouldn’t translate onto the page very well. Telling the story it does because there are tones in that disapproving seriousness that can be included in the retelling that just couldn’t be in a book. Not even Nora Roberts could pull it off.
The point is, this hilarity is the reason a Dysfunctional Chronicle takes me longer than a D&R book even if it isn’t as long. The humor has to be written in after the book is finished and edited and then it has to be edited again. Then it has to be rechecked to make sure I’m not missing out on comedy gold. And then sometimes it gets edited again depending on how much I’ve had to add to it.