In my opinion, humor is one our most important and effective tools in our writing; it certainly is a great relief valve in our daily life. Whether in the face of great despair or dealing with the aggravations of daily life, humor gives us a chance to take a deep breath, and release the stress. And it’s in that moment that we can find the strength to get through the day.
In my writing, I try to interject humor to give the reader a chance to do the same thing, take a breath, and relieve the tension so I can hit them hard again just like the tick-tick-tick of a roller coaster ride as it rises to an apex before hurdling down, leaving your stomach behind.
In the soon-to-be-released fifth book in my Zodiac Assassins series, Gemini Asunder, I have a scene with one of the series villains, the demon king Asmodeus, and his new protégé, the Bathory Berserker girl, Jimena. In it, not only am I conveying information to move the story forward, but I’m trying to show that no matter how awful Asmodeus can be, he has a sense of humor, and he does have at least a skosh of a moral compass, despite that the compass’s true north is Hell.
I encourage all writers to add humor to your stories; even the darkest ones can benefit from giving your readers a break, letting them take a breath and laugh.
Here’s the scene:
Asmodeus curled up in his bed, alone for a change, but it was for the best. He was in no mood for a dalliance today, not after seeing what a success Circe had made of her campaign. The television reporters were positively giddy at the spectacle she’d made the night before; everyone was clamoring to know who she was, how to see her and if she would heal them.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, the humans Circe healed already had created social media fan pages. Of course, he had no idea what that was until the Bathory child, Jimena, explained social media to him. He wanted to beat the girl senseless for not telling him about this new fangled communication treasure trove earlier—not because he really thought she’d done anything wrong—but because she was there and no one else was.
He heaved a sigh and kicked out his restless legs. “Poor little poppet. I do like her so, but at this rate I’ll have to kill her to break through my ennui and find the will to get out of bed.”
Someone tapped on his door. “Is that you, Jimena?”
“What do you want?”
“To give you news that will delight you.”
He pushed up in the bed. “Has Circe been found out for the deceitful minx she is and been shot?”
“Have humans come to love and worship me?”
“Not even a little.”
“Have you found me figgy pudding?”
“I don’t know what that is, so no.”
“Brat,” he muttered.
“Nothing. What do you want then?”
“Like I said before, I have good news.”
Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.”
Jimena opened the door a crack and peeked inside. Smart, considering the sexscape she saw the last time she just walked into the room. “I had a visit from a little crow a few minutes ago.”
“You mean a little birdie told you something?”
“No, I mean a little crow.”
Her emphasis caught his attention. “And what did this little crow have to say?”
“The woman Taryn?”
He slid down in the bed and covered his head with a pillow. He was still depressed by the recent failure of the plans he had for Taryn. Death tended to disrupt machinations, but that commonsensical statement didn’t stop him from pouting.
“Gah, what about her? And tell me quick before I smite you.”
“What?” he asked, throwing the pillow across the room as he sat up. “Say that again.”
“The woman Taryn is alive. She’s been spotted at the InBetween with Libra and the other Zodiacs, hearty and hale.”
Asmodeus sat very still for a moment, his mind racing, before he let out a loud ‘whoop’. “Well, don’t just stand there, girl, fetch me some clean clothes. I have plans to make.”
Jimena closed the door.
“And fetch me some figgy pudding!” he yelled at her retreating steps.
“Still don’t know what that is!”
“And fetch me a trollop,” he hollered while dancing a jig.
A groan echoed in the hallway. “Fine.”
Asmodeus continued his happy dance, his eyes half closed. “I loves me some trollop.”
May your words flow freely,
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