For years I've been writing humorous stories.
In case you didn't know by now, short stories, or short, short, short stories.
I also teach some creative writing classes at the local community college.
Several months ago, I was asked to give some talks on a humor topic.
With about 17 years of teaching under my belt, that was both an honor, a challenge, and sounded like fun.
I was told that I would not be paid for this but I could sell my book.
"What book?" I asked.
"The book you've been writing."
And I realized, this was just the kick in the pants that I needed to get my humor book out there.
So, I worked feverishly to get it done, using inspiration from my best blog entries and added some of my creative nonfiction short stories to round it off.
Everything was edited, reedited and edited again.
I even gave it to my son, Will, who happens to be the source of many pieces, and he hated it.
Of course, my kind of humor and his, from outer space, clashed.
"I don't get it. It's not funny" he said.
"Do you want to go back to college?" I asked.
"Then help your mother get this thing edited and formatted and maybe some of the proceeds will fund your college days."
The motivation worked but he had lots of different ideas and for an intelligent person, couldn't follow directions.
I spent so many hours on the project that I developed a bladder infection, insomnia, my hair started falling out, and I knew that within moments, I would develop hives, boils and zits the size of Mt. Rushmore.
Stress will do funny things to your body.
But it was all for the good cause of humor.
The book got published and it arrived at 7pm, the night before the speeches. Still in my pajamas, polishing up my speech, the tears flowed with jubilation and relief. Even Will, was overcome and hugged me until I couldn't breathe.
"You're a published author", he said.
"Well, I've been published many times before this, but this is different."
"It is different. I'm so proud of you because you finally finished it," he said.
It was another kind of feeling, to have a dream goal and then persevere to the end.
I think that made a great impact on Will.
Now, if he will only finish college.
Scott, on the other hand will be nonchalant because he has too much faith in my abilities.
He comes in each night saying, "Are you famous yet?"
I always reply, "I'm working on it."
I suppose to anyone who reads my blog, I'm famous.
To my family and the short stories written about them, I'm on their most wanted list.
I hope to post a couple of stories not seen in my blog and I'd love to hear what you think.
Things are in the works to sell my book here and then on Kindle, and I'd be honored if you purchased it.
Will's college fund will thank you too.
Wishing you "Healthy Humor" (the title of my speeches), always.
As always, let me know what you think. Email me at email@example.com.
Have a great day.