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Dialogue tells us a lot more about characters than just what they’re saying and the kind of mood they're in. 

The words we put in a character’s mouth give our readers an insight into his/her personality. They help us get to know and understand that person better. If readers like what’s said (and the way it’s said), they’ll feel more connected and therefore more involved in the story as a whole.

Besides, from a personal point of view, making up dialogue is one of things I enjoy most about the writing process.  

With that in mind, I thought it might be fun to share some of the things we have our characters say.

To start us off, here are some one-liners from Snowy, the talking cat in my MG urban fantasy, Fur-Face:

“I don’t beg. I just let them feed me sometimes…when I’m starving…or hungry…or feeling a bit peckish.”

“How would I know how to work a computer? I’m a cat. The only hacking I do is when I need to get rid of a fur-ball.”

“Bill, it’s the middle of the night, I’m a black cat, wearing a pair of sunglasses. How much more camouflaged could I get?” 

Hopefully, if I’ve done my job right, any one of those sentences should show a little of Snowy’s character, even without narrative.  

How about you?  

What have your creations been saying and what does their dialogue say about them?

Care to share?




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ext_208358
Apr. 18th, 2010 08:57 pm (UTC)
Share a quote
When my character Sylvia Thorn (The Prairie Grass Murders) is thinking about her attempt to avoid dealing with her husband's death, she realizes, "There are no shortcuts to the other side of grief."
jongibbs
Apr. 18th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Share a quote
Nice line :)
msstacy13
Apr. 20th, 2010 11:44 pm (UTC)
more from that same story...
interrogation room scenes are my favourite part of writing cop stories...

“I remember you,” LaVonne said the moment I entered the interrogation room.

“You do have the right to remain silent,” I reminded her.

“Ever been fist fucked?” she asked.

“I’ll be the one asking the questions,” I reminded her.

“It only hurt the first few times,” she added. “After that, I always thought of you. The psychotic bitches doing it to me were only living in their world, weren’t they? It was you that made it my world.”

“Peterson’s here,” Baxter’s intercom-tinned voice informed me.

“Send her in.”

The door opened. She hadn’t changed much. She still reminded me of myself, somehow. We looked very much alike, I mean. I’m certain the resemblance ends there. She sat beside her client.

“Now, LaVonne, tell me where you were last night.”

“The group home.”

“Whole time?”

“Yes,” she sort of drawled, “except for the hour or so when I went to see my attorney.”

“She means you?” I asked Vikki.

“Lawyer-client privilege,” Vikki replied curtly.

“Meaning she wasn’t there, but you don’t have to say so.”

“I was there,” LaVonne insisted.

“Right,” I conceded. “Whatever. Let’s move on to the powder burns. You’re going to tell me you got those at Vikki’s office?”

“I’m not telling you anything, you stupid cunt.”

“Fifth,” Vikki paraphrased for her client.

“Well, it doesn’t much matter where you fired that gun,” I casually explained as I leaned back in my chair, “or why you fired that gun. Simply firing it is a violation of your parole. You’re going back to the big house for another thirteen years.”

If LaVonne were a soufflé, I had just slammed the oven door. I mean, I could see her fall exactly like that, although she recovered slightly as Vikki spoke.

“Another thirteen years for a murder she couldn’t possibly have committed?”

“Another thirteen years for the murder of a man who is now dead,” I pointed out, sitting up straight again. “If you think I put the cart before the horse, get the verdict overturned.” I now stood and turned away from the table. “Meanwhile, LaVonne, you’ll be held without bond until your arraignment.”

“What if we plea bargain?” Vikki asked. I stopped with my hand on the door, pretending for just a moment to consider what she was offering, as if I hadn’t anticipated something of the sort. I really was curious what she had to offer, but I didn’t want her to know I might be interested.

“What?” I asked, “she’s going to plead guilty to being in possession of a water pistol?”

“What if she could give you the homeless hacker?”

Not stepping away from the door, I turned to face LaVonne.

“Do you know something about another murder?”

Vikki immediately had her hand in front of LaVonne’s face, palm away from me.

“Not a word,” she advised her, “until she gives you a reason to talk.”

“Let me discuss it with my Captain,” I rejoindered, “and see what he thinks. I’ll let you know.” I now opened the door and turned to leave, speaking to Baxter as I went out. “I’m through with this shitbag,” I told him, “and her client.”
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