Knock, Knock. Whose There? Me...Was That Funny?: Discovering the Funny Writer Within

     Here's a nice first post for you. I'm a writer, I like to write. Particularly, I like to insert humor into my posts, emphasis on the HUMOR. Or at least I try to. Is it working? I've read plenty of pieces by writers whose work I would LOVE to mimic, if not simply embrace.

     I'm jealous. Yeah, I said it. Specifically, I'm jealous of my sister's talent for writing.  Does that make me a horrible person? Why am I jealous, you may ask? Well, let me tell you.
     Every time I read her blog (which you may do so here: http://mynameismadeleine.blogspot.com/) it's amazing how easily the humor just seem to flow from her fingertips! The pictures, and hypothetical scenarios she creates in your head, and at times quite ridiculous, even though they are relatable. Such precise description of every nook and cranny that the picture almost bursts out of your head, along with laughter. Honestly, some of these things I don't know where she gets them from. They're the most bizarre things ever! Some things so implausible, they could possibly happen, just because of that it's hilarious!

     That's just it, they're so bizarre! That's what I do when anyone insists I play a game I call, "Guess what?" Come on, you can't just tell me? There's one shot out of a million light years I'm going to get this right, so I think, why not have fun with it. Only ONCE did I do just that, and get it right. Just sayin', if you ever ask me to guess what your mouth-watering, confetti-tossing worthy news is, I'm probably going to come up with something so unfathomably unlikely that you might actually feel so confounded I send you into swirling fits of delusion. You've been warned.
     Now somehow, that ability diminishes or disappears entirely when I sit down to write. I can hear it all inside my head, but for some stupid reason the highway from my brain down to my fingertips hits all these potholes! So by the time the words are there, they are shriveled, chipped, dented, and bruised...Correct my if I'm wrong. A good writer gets critiqued, a lot. Otherwise, how do they improve?

     I'd like to think I am the type of writer that is actually, truly, genuinely funny, and not just one who denies the agonizing truth, and is really just one who pretends to be funny.