Comedy is hard.
I’m working on a funny novella right now—it’s not what I should be working on, but I have a hard time keeping the light, comedic side of the muse repressed, so sometimes I have to let it loose or it starts creeping into stuff that’s not supposed to be funny.
Being so incredibly subjective, comedy is not only tough to write, but—I think, personally—the hardest to self edit. Knowing when you’ve slipped from funny to just freakin’ ridiculous isn’t easy. Not knowing if something is hilarious in your head, but flat on paper doesn’t help. Being self-aware enough to know one’s own sense of humor might fall somewhere left of center is a magnet for self-doubt.
So now I have the polished first chapter of a novella that could be really, really funny, or really, really stupid.
Comedy. Is. Hard.