People used to tell me when I was younger that I was a dire and humorless writer. It even became a thing among my friends to tease me about being the Angst Queen, which hurt my feelings (in a way I now associate with being young and having far more dramatic emotions). But anyway. I protested that I did write funny stuff, it’s just that no one ever noticed it. And my friends just patted me on the shoulder and said, “Aww, poor Angst Queen. Have some tissues.” You can imagine how that went over… :,
These days I’m pretty sure if you ask people to name the predominant features of my work, “humor” isn’t one of them. And yet, I remember writing funny things in almost all my stories! But I write a lot, so I forget, and those old taunts from my youth come back to haunt me and I secretly think, “Maybe I am a sad and humorless sort.”
It took voice actors to put those old doubts in the grave, but boy howdy, how they did it. I listen to these audiobooks I’m supposed to be checking for errors while lying on my side on the floor in the dark by my computer… and I laugh. Out loud! And giggle. I do a lot of giggling. I remember writing these lines and smiling while doing it… and then these amazing people come along and make them uproariously funny with their deliveries.
Their deliveries are awesome. But you know what? I gave them good lines.
So there, mean old voices. I’m done with you.
