About a week ago, when I decided once and for all to ditch the Space Opera, I started work on a short, simple, economical-to-produce (I think) screenplay. It's about a hunchbacked assistant to a mad scientist. (I'm sticking with my Aim Low strategy for the early years of my writing career. Why would anyone think they could write the great American novel on their first try?)
I'm shooting for black comedy here, and I think the overall concept has potential. The initial scenes have been fun to write.
Of course, this draft isn't funny enough. Or dark enough. It has to be darker, because at this stage of the game I don't think I have what it takes to make it really and truly rolling-on-the-floor funny.
But—drum roll, please, for the diabolical genius—if I make it darker, my target audience of the immature and alienated will think it's funnier.
AHHHHHHH HA HA HA HAAA! HAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (cough)