I have reached a massive block in my book. I wanted it to be a light read. Not big belly laugh comedy, just seeing the funny in every day things. The way I like to be in real life. But it's just not flippin working. Because it's semi autobiographical some of the stuff is so dark I just can't make it glib and it kind of stops me making other parts of the tale funny. I feel like I can't go from really depressing one minute to telling jokes the next. I know that's what I do myself but it doesn't work in person (I know that from the amount of humourbypass victims who think I'm a dick) so it sure as hell ain't going to work in paper.
Bollocks. Now what?
*Deletes 79,000 words and starts again.*
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