Number 4 in The A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, part of the A to Z blogging challenge.
‘How’s the novel coming on?’ enquired Miranda timidly, staring at her shoes. Whenever she met Arnold Pogostik, famed author of The Incredibly Cruel Creepy-Crawly That Kidnapped Kate, she became tongue-tied.
Arnold heaved a sigh of contentment. ‘Oh, fine,’ he pronounced grandiloquently. ‘I’m revising the dialogue right now.’
Miranda wondered if he meant that literally. Right now, he wasn’t revising anything, except perhaps his opinion of her. They were in Book in Bar, the Aix en Provence bookshop which boldly and unreservedly stocked two copies of One Green Bottle by Curtis Bausse. But perhaps Arnold was making mental notes about the way she spoke. ‘Dialogue?’ she echoed, fiddling anxiously with her earring.
Arnold took a swipe at a passing fly. ‘Especially the little bits between the actual words. You know, like, “She stared at her shoes,” or “She fiddled with her earring.” I think they lack originality. Need a bit more punch, as it were.’ He smashed a fist into the table, causing the tea cups to scatter. ‘See what I mean?’
‘Oh, totally!’ interjected Miranda wholeheartedly, performing a brief One-Legged King Pigeon Pose from her last yoga class. ‘It’s the “saying” words I have trouble with myself. I’m trying to avoid “She said” all the time. And use more variety describing the way they speak,’ she added emphatically, watching him energetically pick his nose.
‘Oh, quite,’ he agreed enthusiastically as he nibbled absent-mindedly at a booger. ‘It’s so much more lively, isn’t it?’ he demanded ferociously.
Miranda grimaced as a twinge of pain shot through her extensor hallucis brevis. She sat down, placing her body accurately upon the chair. ‘Dialogue needs to be conversational,’ she affirmed, casting about for an exciting adverb. Finding none, she glared at Arnold, her eyes characteristically aglow.
‘Yes, it’s always so dull,’ retorted Arnold Pogostik, cynically munching a chocolate macaroon as he leapt up and grabbed a book so randomly that it could have been One Green Bottle but wasn’t. ‘“What should we drink?” the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table. “It’s pretty hot,” the man said.” See what I mean?’ Arnold looked at the cover. ‘Huh! Hemingway. So overrated,’ he opined, throwing the book disgustedly at a passing waitress.
‘Couldn’t write dialogue for toffee,’ declared Miranda as she smiled enigmatically at her Orange Pekoe. ‘You know, it’s been so nice talking to you,’ she remarked, bringing the conversation to an unexpected end. ‘But I’m afraid I must bring our conversation to an unexpected end.’
Ha! Love this – though shouldn’t it be under ‘I’ for Ironic?
Thanks, Harriet. Well, S for silly would probably do as well, but sometimes I can’t resist.
Brilliant piece of writing. Love the humour ! I am certainly coming back for more. Could you please stop by my blog and share your thoughts on my stories?
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A to Z Challenge 2016
A*Alone
B*Butterfly
C*Curry
D*Dance
Thanks – will do! I read and enjoyed Curry. Will there be a different story for every letter? Impressive!
striving for the same..Please do read A*Alone ,
B*Butterfly ,
C*Curry ,
D*Dance
couldn’t agree more!!! it is how you say it!!
Indeed – I think you found the serious message hidden there (somewhere!).
I did :p
Haha – but now I want to read ‘The incredibly cruel creepy-crawly that kidnapped Kate’ 😄
I’m nagging Arnold to give us a glimpse – let’s hope he will…
I’ll look forward to it 😉
Lol. That was painful. :/
Haha, yes! But much easier to do than actually getting it right (unfortunately)
So good!!!!!!!
Thank you, Rosa!
Once in a while I stumble upon writing such as this!! You are amazing! Wish I could find a more exciting adjective 😀
Thank you so much – greatly appreciated!
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