This week Lila Shaw visits the blog. I met almost met in person in Las Vegas when she'd come into town for a work conference. Unfortunately, she wasn't staying long enough for me to come and see her. But we've visited a lot online and we share a love of hairy me (Teddy Bear Thursdays are our favorites). Lila has a couple of pen names, but she writes contemporary and paranormal romances laced with humor. Today I asked her one question about where she gets her inspiration.
BBTF: Many of your books have a deep thread of humor through them. Where do you find the inspiration for those scenes?
Lila: Where
do I find inspiration for humor? I feel like I should answer this question with
a joke. So, let's start there.
First
of all, I don't go looking for Humor, because if I look for it, I never find
it. I don't know where it lives or what its favorite color is. I don't know if
it loves, has a family or any friends.
Truth
is, it finds me, and not always at the best times or places. It waits for me
after school on the playground in torn jeans and a tshirt bearing an
inappropriate saying. It wears too much eyeliner and garish red lipstick and
doesn't care if its bra strap hangs out the sleeve. It has no discipline, no
goals or ambitions. It's the sexy siren from the wrong side of the tracks a man
will happily get horizontal with but will never marry.
Because
marrying Humor means welcoming her family into the mix, inviting the pain, humiliation,
impotence and suppressed aggression that birthed her. Humor is a cowardly
prostitute. Rather than saying, "Hey! Look at me! I'm [angry] [sad]
[depressed] [frustrated] [embarrassed] and I need your attention, your love,"
she offers you a joke for a laugh, a chuckle, a smile.
Now,
I'll answer more seriously or less seriously, depending on your perspective.
Where do I find inspiration for humor?
Everywhere.
I
grew up silly. I have a silly mother, sister, cousins and husband. I like to
hang around silly people. I love the ridiculous and thrive on innuendo. When I
was young my cousins and I would covertly pull down the underpants on male
underwear mannequins and then run and hide. We drew faces on watermelons in
supermarkets. We threw chicken skins on
passing cars at night. I hid SOS messages in the mouths of the dissection-destined
frogs in biology. I sweet-talked my male college friends into being my makeup
models. (Why they let me remains a mystery.) My mother and I defaced more Sears
catalogs than we used for placing orders. I do voiceovers for my dog, trying my
darndest to make my husband laugh at "her" wit. I text my son funny selfies
when he's been out too long with his friends. He shares them, which gives me
hope that one day he'll be just as silly as his mom.
Truth
is, I may be growing older--putting my kids through college while biting my
nails that I don't lose my job before I can retire--but I refuse to grow up.
The world can be a pretty shitty place, but as long as there is something to
laugh about, it's not only bearable, but enjoyable.
I
don't know about you, but I prefer laughter over tears, though if I have to
cry, let the tears be ones of uncontrollable mirth. I'd rather write stories
that make readers laugh than cry. I doubt I'll ever write anything like The
Fault in Our Stars. Why the hell would I? I'd surely screw it up by having the
nurse fart during a chemo session, anything to break up the tension, but in
doing so, I'd surely ruin the book.
But
real life is a book begging to be "ruined" with laughter, don't you
think?
I
do.
I do, too, Lila. :) You can find out more about Lila Shaw's books on her website. Be sure to buy a book and tell a friend. Happy reading!