Tag: Helen Fielding

LIGHTHEARTED HUMOUR FOR BABY BOOMERS

A chick, in my book, is a baby chicken covered in downy, yellow feathers up until the age of  6-weeks.   I’ve always bristled when the term is applied to young women, and I have always subconsciously disassociated myself from Chick lit, believing the genre to be driven by scantily clad, sex-driven female main characters.  I couldn’t have been more wrong and, although I’m not a fan of categories, it’s time to reassess the genre I think I’ve been writing in.

Keep Your Pecker Up

I’ve never trusted anybody who comes over as having had a sense of humour bypass.  When chatting to someone new at a party or, these days, at a virtual social soiree, you unleash your best one-liner.  As your voice trails away into cyberspace, together with the sound of a damp squib, it’s time to mute yourself, and go and chat to someone else.  

So … you think you’ve got a handle on writing humour?

Humour is so subjective. What tickles my funny bone, may not float your boat.  Slapstick, Deadpan, Self-Deprecating, Topical, Satire, Black or Surreal?  There are many  sidesplitting sinkholes for me and my rom-com to disappear into.

Best Book Endings

Actually, I need to choose which ending … at the moment … I have four. I am working on the explosive, but will settle for a big bang, or maybe even a sparkler but, after two years of blood, sweat and tears, I refuse to finally give birth to something that ends like a damp squib.

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