tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624284166859065697.post528116470830884424..comments2023-12-22T06:54:09.762-08:00Comments on Writers, Readers, and Book Stuff: And the Beat Goes On....Writing With RhythmAuthor and Readerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06275313084319285562noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624284166859065697.post-67062501600690336472008-11-05T11:25:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:25:00.000-08:00This is very true. Putting action in dialog makes ...This is very true. Putting action in dialog makes it more beleivable and keeps the beat going. It helps when you know a little about human behavior, too. Every one is different and misconceptions and misunderstandings are very common in any relationship. That is somethng that every reader can relate too. As a writer, that is the most important key.Laree Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03197648184394449741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624284166859065697.post-23687674695781019092008-09-02T15:33:00.000-07:002008-09-02T15:33:00.000-07:00These are a few lines from my latest story called ...These are a few lines from my latest story called Life After, heres the link to the first chapter:<BR/><BR/>http://canabalisticmonkey0.blogspot.com/2008/08/chapter-1-part-one.html<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. A man seeing Raski? It’s not possible, how could it be? It was only a myth, a legend, nothing real. “Prove it.”<BR/><BR/>He squinted his eyes at me, “And how do I know you won’t tell the council that I’ve gone lopsided and have them off me?”<BR/><BR/>“Because, I want out. I’m just not sure if it’s out there or not.” I said honestly.<BR/><BR/>“Ah, I see.” he stood up from his pallet and walked to the lookout hole, then outside. I started to get up to go after him, but before I could he said, “If you really want to know, then I can show you, but you must be willing to believe me. My dear, have you ever seen a photo?”<BR/><BR/>I said that I did, remembering one of the stories that my momma once told me. He turned around, his face a reddish purple, “Where? Who had that knowledge? Get out!” He pulled me out of my sitting position and dragged me to the front door. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he had an iron grip on me. “Get out, get out! You nasty little spy! How dare you come into my home and-”<BR/><BR/>“No, my momma, she told me. She knows a lot about the rummy days.” I was able to say.<BR/><BR/><BR/>yea I figured out a long time ago that things tend to get boring when its all He Said, She Said. So i try to put a little movement in there, and the way they answer_-*Kristen*-_https://www.blogger.com/profile/09808714973526415081noreply@blogger.com