It’s Wednesday again. Today’s Twitter #1lineWed is all about the funny. Words to make us laugh. Scenes that cause giggles. This is great if you write humor. Me? Not so much. I write the occasional line that elicits a chuckle–think Hannah throwing up on Mac’s combat boots. Don’t know what I’m talking about? You need to read MOONSTRUCK: SECRETS! 😆
Anyway, humor. And I guess there are ways to define humor beyond just writing funny. So, here are a few snippets from NIGHT SHIFT. This first one is in Sam’s POV and occurs shortly after she arrives at the Nightriders’ clubhouse to pick up her nephew and niece. This is her first look at Easy. The humor is in the second paragraph, but I wanted y’all to get a glimpse of what Easy looks like.
The guy in the lead looked me up and down. I returned the favor. Full tattoo sleeve on his left arm—colorful even in the dim light, brownish hair cropped short on the sides and a little longer on the top. What the hell was up with that? Tall, broad-shouldered, tapered hips, and I caught a whiff of leather and motor oil. His face looked like the boy next door’s until I caught the glint in his eyes. Blue. As blue as the Siberian husky who lived at the lodge where I worked ski patrol. But feral. Wild. He might look all aw-shucks but he was a predator, too.
Crud. He grinned and twin dimples creased his cheeks. Yeah, he was easy all right. So easy the club girls would be all over him like bar-b-que sauce on smoked ribs and I bet he tasted just as good. He had a killer grin. I needed to remind myself of that adjective. Killer. He wore the patch and everything. He’d be a killer in bed too, as my libido happily informed me. I reminded said libido of our mission. Kids. Escape. No time for sexy bikers. None. Nuh-uh. I would not let him into my happy place. That’s what batteries were for.
This next bit happens a few sentences later in this same scene.
“I’m Easy.” The guy with the cropped hair and full sleeve of tattoos gave me his name and that aw shucks grin again.
“I’m still not.”
He laughed—an honest one and those freaking dimples winked at me. A biker with a sense of humor. And dimples. Who knew?
Sam’s been on the road for about 20 hours straight and Easy is going to fix her breakfast since it’s after midnight so…
Easy tossed a big ol’ slice of ham in the frying pan and snatched a carton of eggs from the fridge. He held it up and asked, “How do you like yours?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll eat just about anything.”
His dimples came out to play and he shifted as if his pants were too tight. I knew exactly what he was thinking but he took the high road, even though those Husky eyes of his glittered with way too much cockiness. “Why don’t you check out the…” He glanced down, and he looked sly now. So much for the high road. Then he cleared his throat and continued, “…fridge for something to drink then go sit down. I’ll bring your food over when it’s done.”
What about y’all? Care to share the funny from your own WIP?