Now that I’ve had a month to rest, it’s time to start up a new story. It’s a comedy. How can it not be a comedy? It’s set in a minor vacation resort, where people are happy at their leisure. It has a lake for the children to swim in, the adults to go boating on, and the snapping turtles to wonder what all the fuss is about. It features a teenage girl, and as we know from Shakespeare, they never get into trouble. It’s got romance and sex. Well, the girl is 14, so we’re not going to be able to offer a whole lot of sex. This isn’t Quasopon, you know. Still, besides sex, there are bickering family members, kind-hearted strangers, lovable rogues, all the stock figures you could ask for, and probably more of them than you want.
And, yeah, there’s a witch. You noticed that in the title, did you? Can’t get much past you, can I, now? But that doesn’t necessarily make it a tragedy. She could be like Samantha Stevens from Bewitched, or the three/four girls from Charmed, or Glinda, the good witch from The Wizard of Oz. Although I have to say that, while she is just as annoying as Glinda, the two don’t really have much in common. I don’t think they’d ever be BFFs, if you know what I mean.
Anyhow, we shouldn’t let a witch spoil the fun, even if she is in the title. I mean, hey, we make comedies with vampires, as if having your throat ripped open and your blood sucked by a dead person is supposed to be funny. Sounds like a bad date I had in college. Teaches me to pick up girls at a bloodmobile.
Anyhow, for your entertainment, I present the first chapter of Summer of the Netherfield Witch, “This is the end of my life.” Remember, it’s a comedy.