We gave RicoChey the day off, but she’ll be back next week. If you feel the need to chatter, check out the workshops being conducted by darlinleo. You could write a little chatter among your characters and share it with the class for constructive review. Let’s all learn & grow together!
Intro to the dialog workshop
Exercises one and two
Like this:
Like Loading...
About t.s.wright
Writer, reader, casual photographer, nature-lover, dog mom.
I grew up in a tree, inside a book, whispering possible futures into discarded seed pods that curled up and exploded each summer.
One day, they cut down my tree and I was forced to go to school while waiting for the replacement trees to grow strong enough to hold me.
But while we waited, I grew too heavy and awkward to climb, so I had to get a job.
I spent my days surrounded by flimsy walls covered in carpet that made boxes and people who forgot to look out windows. I worked really hard. Possibilities were replaced with formulas and exactitude. Eventually I forgot how to climb a tree...and how to smile.
Then one day, a dog licked my foot excessively and I remembered smiling. That reminded me of more things that didn't cost money and couldn't be tallied in a spreadsheet - like hugs and love and being happy.
So I found myself a Steve who reminded me what home was. Then we filled it and our hearts with dogs. Eventually we planted our own tree, together.
Even though I'm happy right here, right now, I remembered that we all need possibilities to dream of, so I've started writing them down.
