This photo caught my attention because it reminded of the attitude my kids had when they had to attend the wedding of my husband’s cousin. They weren’t in the wedding party, which, I’m sure, would have made the experience much, much worse. Here’s my version of what’s so funny about this picture.
Little sister: Mom lied to us. She said being in a wedding would be fun.
Big sister: The wedding was fun. Mom just didn’t tell us the reception would be sooooo boring.
InThe Deer on a Bicycle: Excursions into the Writing of Humor,author Patrick F. McManus advises that when looking for inspiration for a humorous story, you should write “about your bad experiences, not your good ones.” When life is at its worst, humor can be at its best. My recent trip to St. Louis gives real-world validation of that advice.
In August, I drove my parents and kids to see my sister and her family in St. Louis. One of the highlights was visiting the Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis. I walked into the darkened church, and my jaw dropped. Covering 83,000 square feet of ceiling and parts of walls are 41.5 million pieces of glass in mosaics. Even in the lowered lights, the ceiling glittered, depicting scenes from the Bible and North American history. Along the sides of the church were four chapels, also covered in mosaics as well as marble. The dominant color in the Chapel of the Blessed Sacrament is red. The marble in the All Souls Chapel is black and white, symbolizing death and resurrection.
I could have stood there for hours, craning my neck at the incredible art above me. As wonderful as the experience was, there’s no humor in it. Awe-inspiring but funny.
The fun came when I took my kids and my niece and nephew fishing. My youngest, the Fishing Fanatic, and my oldest brought five tackle boxes, just so they didn’t forget anything. We went to a small manmade lake behind a Y recreation center.
Since the kids weren’t having much luck, my oldest was trying to lure schools of fish he had spotted from a bridge to where the kids were fishing. He laid his rod on a rock, the baited hook dangling in the water.
I took one look at that and thought, “That’s not a good idea,” and reached for the rod.
A fish took the bait and the rod into the water. The first strike my oldest had had all night.
I lunged into the algae-clogged water because (1) I didn’t want any of the kids to try it and (2) I didn’t want to tell my husband how we had lost the collapsible rod. I plunged my hand into the water, but the rod was pulled deeper. So I waded deeper, reached again, and grabbed the rod. Hiking to the shore, I recovered the rod and a huge bluegill.
I was soaked from the waist down. I wrapped a towel around myself to absorb at least some of the water. And my oldest gave me the biggest grin of his life.
That mishap is great material for a humorous story. Most, if not all, classic comedy movies concern what goes wrong in the main character’s life, and what he does to repair the situation, which leads to more things going wrong.
So I am trying to look at obstacles that normally frustrate or irritate me as writing material. It’s so much better than grinding my teeth.
What bad experiences have you had that you can use for a humorous story?