Today I'm absolutely delighted to welcome Diane Burton back to visit. She has a really great post for us on a great topic- Humour! (No mistake - we just spell things differently) Diane's also sharing the blurb and an excerpt from her novel 'Switched Resolution' - from her Switched series of sci-fi romance novels.
What is it about humor that appeals to so many yet eludes others? I was a serious child. Oldest of seven, the one left in charge, the responsible one. That carried over into my adult life. Until I met a certain guy with a wicked sense of humor. He could tease me out of my seriousness and helped me find my own sense of humor. I was smart enough to grab onto that guy and we’ve been married for nearly forty years. I’m still too serious at times in real life, but I can let go in my writing.
While I love science fiction movies, like Star Trek, Star Wars and Serenity (Firefly), romantic comedy is my favorite type of movie. Romancing the Stone, It’s Complicated, Something’s Gotta Give, Six Days, Seven Nights. Falling in love is serious business, but without that spark of humor it can be maudlin. Humor comes in many forms. Give me wicked banter any day over slapstick. I never understood the appeal of the Three Stooges. Maybe that’s a guy thing. I loved the Saturday morning cartoon Rocky & Bullwinkle because of the dialogue. Same with the Muppet Movie. When they were young, I took my children to see that movie at an afternoon matinee. The best part was the dad behind us who, along with the few other adults in the theater, couldn’t stop laughing at all the “good” parts—like “gone with the Schwin.” I love that the writers of children’s movies slip in the comedic touches for the adults.
I said I’m not fond of slapstick, so how do you explain my love of the Stephanie Plum series? The physical comedy is laugh out loud funny. Author Janet Evanovich knows how to take a situation, twist it, turn it on its ear and make it hilarious. I should never read those books in bed because the bed shakes from holding in my laughter—don’t want to wake the Hubs with laughing out loud.
Life is serious. The news every night keeps getting grimmer and more disturbing. Comedy is an antidote to life. The value of humor is vastly underrated. In fact, rarely has a comedy won an Oscar. Same with actors whose forte is their comedic timing. What do they receive awards for? Their dramatic work.
Medical studies tell us that laughter releases endorphins, nature’s natural pain killers. Laughter relaxes the skeletal system, reduces stress, lowers the blood pressure and regulates the heart rate. According to inspirational speaker Marilyn Meburg, your liver needs laughter because it gets no exercise. The liver is the organ in your body that gets rid of toxins. So, if you’re not laughing you’re neglecting your liver.
Give your liver and the rest of your body that antidote to “real life” and enjoy a good comedy.
What are your favorite comedy books or movies?
Great post Diane! I hardly ever get around to watching movies but one of the funniest thigns I've ever seen on screen was a version of Gilbert and Sullivans 'Pirates of Penzance' which had Kevin Kline in the starring role. He was hilarious - but then I found most of his movies were. I'm probably being kind of 'Brit' here but my favourite funny book of last year was called 'Tracy's Hot Mail' by T. A. Belshaw. Tracy is a completly dipsy blonde who can't do office work for toffee but her 'emails' to friends are definitely great for exercising that liver!
(ps Looking after my 20 month old granddauther does that too!)
Here's the novel Diane would like to feature today:
Blurb for Switched Resolution
Actions have consequences as Space Fleet Captain Marcus Viator and NASA reject Scott Cherella discover when they switched places. Does the reserved Marcus have what it takes to imitate his smart-aleck twin? Despite help from his love Veronese, Scott’s already been outed by two of Marcus’ best friends.
When rebels steal the ship with part of the crew aboard, Scott has to rescue them and retrieve the Freedom. The stakes increase when he discovers the rebels are heading for Earth. They know he’s a fraud and they want Marcus. The safety of the Alliance of Planets depends on Scott and his allies.
Switched Resolution, which wraps up the Switched series, takes the reader from Earth—where Marcus adjusts to a pregnant Jessie—to the starship Freedom commandeered by rebels, to the chase ship with Scott and Veronese aboard.
Excerpt from Switched Resolution:
With duffle bags slung over shoulders, banging against hips and each other, Scott Cherella and Veronese Qilana raced through the Malawea Spaceport terminal. His ship was gone. Stolen. Not just by the rebels incarcerated on board but by three of his own crew.
"I still can't believe Drakus and Usolde took the Freedom." Neese panted from running.
Scott was surprised at how many people either milled around or strolled down the terminal's main corridor in the middle of the night. He and Neese attracted attention. Maybe Serenians didn't run through public buildings. Too damn bad. This was an emergency.
"Those two have a lot to answer for," he said.
Once they got to the hangar—or whatever Serenians called the area where various flight vehicles landed and took off—he let her lead the way. He'd only been through there once, yesterday, after arriving aboard a shuttle from Space Station Alpha where the Freedom had docked. Where it should still be docked.
"This way." Neese darted down a narrow passageway. "I want to know about the other man. Both Drakus and Usolde mentioned a he who tricked them. Any ideas?"
"You know the crew better than I do. Well, longer anyway." He had only been aboard the Freedom for three weeks, ever since he switched places with his twin. And, holy shit, what a time it had been. Sabotage, capture, rescue, ecstasy, betrayal.
Yeah, he wanted to know the other guy's identity, too. A member of the Freedom's crew had not only masterminded the recent sabotage but also the release of war criminals and the theft of Scott's ship. How the hell had they gotten it out of spacedock? There had to be controls. Clearance requirements. On top of that, he wondered why the Freedom. The rebels needed a ship to escape. Surely, other ships were easier to take out from under Space Fleet Security than an Alliance battle cruiser. Or maybe that had been the point. A way of thumbing their noses at The Powers That Be.
"Wait." He snagged the strap of Neese's bag. They'd gotten to the end of a long hall. She turned to him, questions in her Lake Michigan blue eyes. God, he loved seeing them without the silver lenses she had worn to pass as Serenian. He couldn't wait for her short hair to grow out. Like wearing camouflage lenses, she'd dyed her hair black to look like a Serenian. He bet if left to nature, her hair would be a deep auburn like Jessie's. With waves, too, once it was long enough. Or maybe it would curl cutely around her face.
Nah. Neese was many things—striking, intelligent, strong-willed—but never cute.
Edging her into the corner, he dropped his duffle and pulled her into his arms. "I gotta do this before we meet up with the others."
She opened her mouth in surprise as his came down. He hoped the kiss he planted on her made her remember what they'd been doing two hours earlier. Finally alone and no longer worried about non-fraternization rules, they'd made love in a proper bed. It had been perfect. Perfect until she beat him to the punch and proposed. If the damn computer hadn't interrupted with urgent messages, he would have made sure she understood there were some things a guy just had to do on his own.
Independent little cuss.
She broke off the kiss, her eyes huge. "We—We shouldn't do this. Someone might—"
"Relax, Neese. Nobody's around."
"There could be." When she scooted past him, her bag swung out and caught him in the side. Uttering a quick apology, she opened the door to a spacious hangar. "Chief Luqett and Mr. Glaxpher said they'd be waiting for us in Area 72." She pointed overhead.
Up in the rafters, large white lettering designated areas. Naturally, he couldn't read them. He didn't think his link, which she'd programmed to translate Serenian symbols, would be able to "read" that far away.
"Where are we now?" he asked softly as he followed her.
That stopped him. "You have got to be joking."
She turned to him and shook her head. "I do not understand."
"Area 51. Aliens. Roswell, New Mexico."
"Oh, that fiasco when the Cardijian ship crashed. We need to hurry."
"You mean that was real?" He started grinning. "Hot damn."
That sounds excellent, Diane. It's been a while since I read your novels but this one has to join my TBR queue!
Switched Resolution is available:
for Kindle: http://amzn.com/B00CNJEO1C
for all ebook formats: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/313093
Diane Burton combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing science fiction romance. Besides the Switched series, she is the author of The Pilot, a series about strong women on the frontier of space. She is also a contributor to the anthology How I Met My Husband. Diane and her husband live in Michigan. They have two children and two grandchildren.
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