I'm beginning to get tired (I'm a very light sleeper and hear the least little noise in the house), but have 2,500 words to complete before bed this evening, and I intend to keep the pace.
It seems that switching my writing location has really made this much easier. And I'm also now hitting parts of the story that do not require quite as much research--I'm simply free to play with the characters and let them run into scenes and burning buildings where they may.
I will say, that it's not funny yet, but that's completely normal. When you're writing comedy, you don't shoot for funny first--you shoot for a plausible story. Then you spend your re-writes making passes that concentrate on adding more jokes into the mix. In the meantime, I have what's called "placeholder jokes;" an unfunny line that merely marks the place where a real joke will go when it's time.
I do, however, have a few places of brilliance, and that keeps me going.
And if you'll excuse me, now that our hero has settled in and had incredible luck so far, I'm about to make his life a living hell, and laugh all the time I'm doing it. >:D
|Honeybump begs the salmon from my Sashimi|