So, tomorrow my writer’s group meets. One of my short stories is up for review. I’ve shared this story with a couple of friends, who told me they enjoyed it. It’s supposed to be a funny story based on an unintentionally funny conversation that I had with my sister. I have been told that the story is funny.
I have to admit that I am nervous. The last time I wrote a story that was supposed to be funny, that my friends told me was funny nobody in my writer’s group thought it was funny. They enjoyed the story, but they thought it was a drama. I’m not sure I’ve completely recovered.
The conversation about the story was funny. Let me explain.
The story was based on something that happened to my sister that was pretty hilarious. She was doing routine maintenance on blood pressure equipment in the triage area of the ER when a woman, who was in the throws of labor pains, burst into the ER and gave birth in the triage area with my sister trapped in the corner. She called me after and I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard. I combined that event with another that I would take it over the top. I have another friend who cannot stand needles or the sight of blood and passed out at the hospital one time when she visited a friend of hers who was in labor.
I thought combining the two events and having my main character faint in the triage area would be funny. People had the opposite reaction and thought it was very serious. Then the discussion took a strange turn with some of the men trying to tell me that this would never happen. This is when things became really funny.
I was told husband and wives plan things out, go to the maternity ward and check into a nice comfy room. Wait hours and hours, possibly even a day. Or alternately, the woman plans a C section and goes to surgery. Nonetheless, woman do not go to the emergency room to give birth. At which point, all of the women cracked up and took a minute to disabuse them of this fantasy.
I haven’t returned to that story yet, but I do plan to. And I would like to work on making it funny(er). But tomorrow is not about this story.
Tomorrow is a new day with a new story. It is less than 1000 words. I am hoping to enter it into a contest soon. *fingers crossed*
I will keep you posted.