Am I the only person who envisions her life story written on the pages of a novel?
Occassionally, I use pretense to motivate myself to do a job I don’t want to do or to inspire a better attitude.
Mostly, I see the black stroke of our words against the stark contrast of paper in my mind.
And I think, “I’ve never read dialogue like that in any book.”
This past week, I have taken note of Sid’s words, followed by a bit of context.
“You are the architect of my *%$#*$#@ destruction.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . (He told me this after I talked him into staying up late to watch a movie and he realized just how late it was.)
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“I admire you dreadfully.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . (I don’t remember the context. My brain hinged on the juxtaposition of admire and dreadfully, trying to decipher his intent. I am still working on that one. Sid tells me he was being all literary and referencing Dickens’ Great Expectations).
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“Oh, honey, you know that your desire is for me and I am to rule over you.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . ..(I was very sad and tearful, and I *think* he was trying to cheer me up. Pagans should reference Genesis for further clarity).
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“This is one of those times when you love me so much, you don’t realize how much you love me.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .(I think he had done something in the kitchen, not quite like I had asked. I do remember biting my lip to keep silent. He must have noticed the lip-biting and thus . . . .the inane comment).
I feel inspiration for the kids’ free writes coming on. I could assign them the task of writing down their dialogue occasionally. Or maybe give them a bit of real dialogue with the challenge to frame a story around it.
Prairie Sings 