I woke up today to a very nice surprise. My new book, Murder Under Construction, has been reviewed at The Flyby Muse. I hope you’ll stop by to read it.
Many of the characters in my books were created from people I know or have known in real life. My mother recently commented that the characters in my new series remind her of our family. There’s a good reason for that, Mom.
A few bloggers have made their way into my books in one fashion or another. The latest is my friend Jackie at To Breathe is to Write.
Last year, I was having a hard time completing Maple Leaf Hunter. I was afraid when it was finished, my writing days would be over. However, my blog post of May 15 tells how the idea for my new series came about. Here is part of Jackie’s comment that day:
“I TOLD YOU SO!!! I TOLD YOU YOU HAD MORE BOOKS IN YOU AND ONE DAY IT WOULD JUST POP OUT!!! … I am volunteering to be one of the sisters!!! or, one of the characters. hehehe. I just love the concept and can’t wait for the first book. Big hugs!!”
“I can put you in the book as a character. A famous writer friend in the neighborhood!”
When I started writing the book, the new character was quick to surface. In the first chapter, Jackie rushed onto the scene as the town’s star journalist. A short time later, she muscled her way into the series title: Two Sisters and a Journalist. That wasn’t planned, but it works, and it still makes me laugh.
Real life Jackie portrays herself as a redhead in cartoons on her blog, she loves to cook, and she’s writing a novel. These same three things also describe the voluptuous Jackie character in my new series.
Here’s another snippet from my work in progress. This one highlights Jackie.
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Before he could respond and defend Officer Collins further, Jackie rushed in like a whirlwind. She glanced around the room. I knew she was taking stock of our appearance and demeanor.
It was obvious she had dashed right over. Usually impeccably dressed, she was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a sweater thrown on for warmth. Blessed with boobs, curves, and flowing red hair, Jackie was a siren. Howard’s eyes were shining and bulging as he unabashedly looked her up and down before noticing the blue pie box in her hands.
She moved to the table to look the girl over, sidled up to the coroner, and said, “It’s been a while, Howard. I thought you might like an apple pie since you’ll be working late tonight.” Her voice was sexy. I bit my lip again. She knew exactly how to play the man.
“My favorite,” he said. His eyes returned to her chest. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
She looked over at me and winked. I was going to have a hole in my lip if I bit any harder. She pointed to the body and asked, “Was this you?”
I shook my head. “Not this time. She fell out of the trunk of her cab over by the railroad tracks on Maple.”
Jackie has interviewed me for her blog post today. I hope you’ll pop on over to say hello and read the interview. It was fun answering her questions.
Before you go, leave a comment and tell me how you come up with your characters.
Not surprisingly, I’ve drifted away from blogs and social media lately. I’m determined to buckle down and finish Murder Is Where the Heart Is.
Because I wrote the book so quickly during National Novel Writing Month, over five thousand words have been tossed. There is a ton of rewriting yet to do. I’ll get there. I simply need to focus.
However, there is a special reason for posting to my blog today.
I originally started blogging to chronicle my writing experiences. For that reason, I want to mark another milestone. Today is my two-year anniversary of becoming a writer.
Woo-hoo! Break out the M&M’s!
I thought it fitting to pick a writing topic for this post.
I chose dialogue for two reasons. First, I enjoy writing dialogue. Second, my blog post of September 18, 2012 has page views every day. Is Your book Dialogue Heavy has been visited more times than any of my other posts.
In that post, I expressed my discontent with a book I had read that was packed full of dialogue. I wrote: I became weary of listening in on conversations. I was relieved when there were short bursts of description or information. The story moved too quickly with nearly all of it being told in dialogue. New characters came on the scene and added to the conversation with nary an introduction made.
I still feel the same way, but I also still believe that enjoyment or dissatisfaction with the amount of dialogue in a book is ultimately the personal preference of the reader.
Let’s move on today to writing dialogue. I have a few things to share.
When I first began writing, I realized the story was playing in my mind like a movie. It was easy to write what I was seeing and hearing. It’s still like that for me most of the time.
I read several articles about dialogue, and two simple things helped me the most.
– People don’t use perfect grammar when they speak.
– People usually use contractions when they speak.
Reading my dialogue aloud helps tremendously to hear if it sounds realistic or not.
I often envision favorite television or movie actors playing out scenes. My Jo Ravens character isn’t blonde, but at times, I envision her facial expressions, manner of speaking, and even her laughter, as that of Katherine Heigl’s. It worked perfectly as I wrote the following short scene from my work in progress.
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(Quick setup: Jo is at a wedding reception. The adults are avoiding her.)
I sat at a table where two young boys were playing with handheld video games. The boys were oblivious to my presence until I popped the second meatball into my mouth. One of them scowled at me.
“Hey, you got me in trouble.”
My eyes widened. I held back a smile. “I did not,” I said.
“Did too,” he said.
I leaned forward, stared the kid down, and asked, “How did I get you in trouble?”
“Geez, lady, once you started laughing, I started laughing, too.”
The second boy finally looked up from his game and said, “Me, too.”
The first boy finished his tale of woe. “My mom pinched me to make me stop laughing. It hurt like crazy.” He lifted his shirtsleeve to show a small bruise.
I gave him a look of sympathy and mouthed a silent, “Wow.”
“My mom gave me the death stare,” the second boy said. “That kept me from laughing.”
I pulled my lips in between my teeth and bit down, struggling to hold back laughter. I finally said, “Well, you have to admit, the helicopter was pretty funny. So was the preacher taking a dive.” I raised one eyebrow, smiled at the boys, and nodded my head to encourage them to agree with me.
The second boy laughed and said, “I know! I’ve never seen a preacher move so fast.”
The first boy put his hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh, but a sourpuss woman quickly extinguished it for him when she tugged his arm hard enough to lift him out of his chair and whisk him away. The second boy might as well have been tugged, too, because he was gone in a flash.
Dialogue. It’s my favorite part of writing.
Share your best tips. What helps you write dialogue?