HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY…DIE DIE DIE

happinerI kind of caught myself being a hypocrite when I was rereading my last blog.  In my comments about the book, WONDER, I made the point that some readers seem to prefer “turmoil, drama, catastrophe” to simple happiness.  I said, “I don’t get it. I like happy.”  That’s when it hit me.  I do like happy, but I am the same person who wrote a book last year in which half a dozen people die in the prime of their lives.  And now I’m finishing up my latest novel that involves a few more deaths.  Yeah, I like happy all right, assuming I’m an undertaker who just loves people dying…it’s good for business.  Maybe in my next book I’ll do the mass destruction thingy and kill off a whole city, just for laughs.

reapersmThen again, maybe that is why I like happy books.  Mine are sad.  Oh-oh, let me clarify that—only my ADULT books are sad.  My kids’ books are happy and whimsical.  Then again—again—my one children’s book does devote a chapter to the death of a loved one.

Okay, now I am worried about myself.  I like happy, but I have death on my mind.  I don’t understand.  I like ice cream, dark chocolate, breads and cakes and cookies and pies and all those happy kinds of things.  I like Santa Claus, puppy dogs and winning the lottery.  I like Mickey Mouse, Toy Story, America’s Funniest Videos and, yes, I admit I even find that crazy TV show fun to watch—the one where people get knocked to smithereens while they traverse all kinds of moving obstacles.

psychoSo if I’m such a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, why do I keep killing off people in my books?  I wonder if Alfred Hitchcock was a happy man.  That scene in the shower in Psycho–that was just a rubber knife, wasn’t it?   You know, one of those gag daggers you get as a prize at a carnival game.  Yeah, a rubber knife.  Hey, Al, that’s funny.  I have to go watch that shower scene again now that I realize it was all a joke.  All that blood on the tile wall and the stained water going down the drain.  Ha!  And it was all a rubber knife!  It’s hilarious! …isn’t it?  OMG!  All of a sudden I don’t feel so happy…

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It is still International Green Month (See blog for May 5th)

Do something green…grow mold on a piece of cheese

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Books by Marc Kuhn: THE POPE’S STONE, an historical novel that follows two descendants of a Virginia family who, despite living a century apart, share uncanny similarities in their lives; NEVER GOOSE A MOOSE, a collection of whimsical verse featuring thought-provoking “never-do’s” that children should beware of; and ABOUT A FARM, a children’s book about challenges we all face every day, regardless of where we live.  All three books are available at amazon.com and each has its own .com website under its title.

Intimate details about Marc Kuhn and other exhilarating stuff at marckuhn.com

Marc’s Blog is copyrighted 2012, 2013, Marc L. Kuhn.  Reblogging is permitted with notification to author and if presented with attribution to source.  Other reproduction, whether in whole or in part, must receive permission from author.  Contact author via comment on this blog space or at info@marckuhn.com.

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About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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