I woke up quite early in the morning recently with a startling revelation. As the raving lunatics in b-grade sci-fi flicks often say, “It’s all so clear to me now!” They also often say something about eating brains, the end of the world, or “It’s a cookbook!” I’m not hungry at the moment, and the end doesn’t appear to be nigh, so I’ll focus on the “it’s all so clear to me now” part.
The reason that I’m having so much trouble with these story ideas is that they’re not funny at all. So now I’ll either start fresh with new story outlines, or make small changes to the existing ones that will make them funny. It’s easy. I’ll just replace the protagonist with a one-legged dwarf who eats nothing but chili. If that’s not funny, I don’t know what is.