|Art by Joegpcom.|
Patient: I’m having trouble with my leg.Doctor: I’m afraid I’ll have to amputate.Patient: You can’t do that, Doctor.Doctor: Why not?Patient: Because I’m rather attached to it.Doctor: (Losing heart) Come on, man…Patient: I’ve got this growth on my arm too, Doctor.
Patient: Augh!Doctor: Whatever is it, man?Patient: It’s my leg, Doctor.Doctor: This looks nasty. I shall have to amputate.Patient: It’s the one you amputated last time, Doctor.Doctor: You mean you’ve got a pain in your wooden leg?Patient: Yes, Doctor.Doctor: You know what this means?Patient: Not woodworm, Doctor!Doctor: Yes. We’ll have to remove it before it spreads to the rest of you.(Patient’s chair collapses)Doctor: My word! It’s spreading to the furniture!
Anna: I’m Anna.
Olaf: And who's the funky looking donkey over there?
Anna: That's Sven.
Olaf: Uh-huh, and who's the reindeer?
Olaf: Ah, ok! Makes things easier for me.
A crude hut of driftwood had been built on the long curve of the beach, although describing it as 'built' was a slander on skilled crude hut builders throughout the ages; if the sea had simply been left to pile the wood up it might have done a better job.
Hack rolled his head back, staring at the ceiling for patience he didn’t have. It was obvious that he was actually trying to get rid of the crick in his neck—likely brought on by the myriad of ridiculous chains that dangled from his face.You could always hear Hack coming before you saw him. It was his fault. He called it art and he decided to put it there—on his face. The chains jangled loudly and always announced his presence.
Hack rolled his head back, likely begging the illusive ceiling god to strike him dead so he could quit inspection duty permanently. Either that or he was trying to relieve his neck of the weight of all those chains dangling from his face.
You always knew when Hack was coming. His jangling, self-imposed “artwork” could be heard within a quarter mile radius. On a blustery day, it sounded like a wind-chime war was raging on his face.
Game of Thrones is a lot like Twitter: There are 140 characters and terrible things are constantly happening.
- How will humor affect the scene or mood? Does it have a specific role, such as lighting dark emotions or giving the action a breather?
- Who/what is the source of the humor? If it’s a character, does the humor coincide with the character in a believable way?
- How does your character’s personality influence the type of humor on the page? If your character is dry-witted, a goofball, or downright corny, these attributes will cause the humor to differ. Don’t contradict your humor and your character’s personality.
- What voice are you writing in? Humor often comes through narration as well as dialogue. If your writing has a serious tone, satirical or dry wit may be a safe approach. If your style is more openly comedic, perhaps slapstick and standup humor would be appropriate.
- What can you specifically focus on in order to add humor to the moment? The more specific your details—the more tangible and relatable they are—the better shot you have at detail-specific comedy gold. Using similes and metaphors can paint a comedic picture in the reader’s mind.