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Thoughts on Dialogue

People tell me I write dialogue reasonably well. So, I decided to put down my thoughts about it.

Now there are a lot of rules that people will tell you about when to use “said*,” sentence length and voice, but in my experience, you can ignore those as long as you follow two simple guidelines.

  1. Dialogue sounds like conversation.
  2. Dialogue is not conversation.

At first glance, there seems to be a bit of contradiction in these two statements. And there is a little, but I believe that good dialogue resides in that ambiguity.

For example, here’s what I think speech sounds like.

   “How’s your mother?” he said as he unfolded his napkin.

“She’s fine,” she said guardedly.

“So, you know, um, how your mother has that horse?” he asked.

“What about it?” she answered.

“Well, I, uh, saw a picture of it the other day. Or maybe its perfect twin. I mean, I can’t be absolutely certain…”

“Yes?”

He looked down at his hands. “The picture was old, like really old.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How old?”

He looked up, momentarily meeting her gaze. “Um, well, it was taken in 1873.”

She sighed. “Desmond, for the last time, our horse cannot travel in time.”

This first example is consistant with the way people hold a conversation. However, let me tighten it up for dialogue:

   “So, you know how your mother has that horse?” he asked as he unfolded his napkin.

“What about it?” she answered, her eyes narrowing in anticipation of his next statement.

He looked down at his hands. “I saw a picture of it the other day.” He paused for effect, and then raised his gaze to meet hers. “A picture taken in 1873.”

She sighed. “Desmond, for the last time, our horse cannot travel in time.”

My first example contains a lot of unnecessary words, the back-and-forth of niceties required by the inaccuracy of the spoken word.  I supposed you could argue that it also contains more nuance, but honestly, all that junk just seems to get in the way of the story.

Just because I like to show that there is an exception to everything in writing, the woman in our example may be the kind of person who expects you to inquire after the fortune of her mother. In this case, the question of “How’s your mother?” becomes important, either by its presence or by its absence.

And given that there are always exceptions, while “said” is tried and true, don’t be afraid to mix it up once in a while. Even the most egregious sins can be forgiven once a chapter. Just don’t make a habit of it.

* Lately, I’ve been reading a bit of P. G. Wodehouse, and I love the way he pokes fun at dialogue tagging.

In introducing this uncle by marriage, I showed him to be a man who, in moments of keen emotion, had a tendency to say ‘What?’ and keep on saying it. He did so now. ‘What? What? What? What? What?’ he ejaculated, making five in all. ‘What?’ he added, bringing it up to the round half dozen.
–Joy in the Morning, 1946

Fangs Just Got One Step Closer

My next novel, Fangs for Nothing, has been sent for typesetting. At this point, it is out of my hands, which makes me more than a little anxious.

The back cover art for Fangs. My artist rocks.

I know that, hidden in the 65,000 words, there are probably a dozen or more errors, that will be set in ink with my name on them. I will just have to let them go.

Also, part of me is worried that people who loved Minion won’t like Fangs. I have few enough fans as it is.

I guess I could have titled this post Second Book Jitters.

I know you’re not supposed to get too attached to your books. I know you’re supposed to let them go and start writing the next one, but Fangs is my baby.

I originally wrote Fangs as a Nanowrimo book. The title was This Sucks. It weighed in at a meager 52,500 words, but I finished Nanowrimo and realized that writing books was my calling. Since then, it has been re-written around 5 times (some parts more like 20) as I have been learning the craft as well as I can so that I might do it justice.

Fangs is rude. Fangs is crass. Fangs contains scenes which are just plain wrong. It has nasty gore, inappropriate sexual situations, and bad puns. It makes Benny Hill look politically correct and Seinfeld seem plot-driven.

It is, quite simply, my finest work.

Do it for the fun

After being on several writing panels at Convergence, reading books on writing, and perusing many writers’ blogs over the years, I have noticed a disturbing trend. Everyone wants to be a big name, but once you “go big” it isn’t nearly as much fun anymore. You have to worry about sales and deadlines and contracts and all kinds of nasty things.

Currently, I don’t have deadlines other than those I set for myself. I can spend time just writing for fun. And one of my favorite ways to write for fun is Nanawrimo, National Novel Writing Month.

Nanowrimo is a challenge held every Novmeber, which dares you to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I have participated in it several times, and while I haven’t always produced salable material, I’ve always had fun doing it.

I think Nanowrimo gives authors two great opportunities. First, if you haven’t ever written a book, you can spend a month of your life and find out if you really have the knack. Secondly, it gives us all permission to suck.

This really sucks

I believe writers tend to take themselves too seriously, and when this happens, their ability to be creative disappears. You have to write with your heart on your sleeve, letting clichès and mixed metaphors fly like moths to a flame.

This year, Nanowrimo is expanding and offering Camp Nanowrimo in June and August for people who don’t want to do Nanowrimo in November. So, I’ve decided to go for it.

I’m not so secure in my suckuality that I’ll be posting my addled scribbling on a blog anywhere though.

I don’t have a plot for my Nano piece, but I do have a concept and a title. The book will be called High Moon, and feature stoner werewolves.

A Convergence Newb in King Arthur’s Court

This week, I attended Convergence in the Twin Cities for the first time. It was a great experience, but the number of attendees (we saw badge numbers over 6000) combined with sleep deprivation sometimes left me a little frazzled.

I look on as Kelly McCullough gesticulates

Because of the huge number of people, we had to stay in one of the overflow hotels. This was all right, because they ran shuttles both from the hotel we were in and from the host hotel, though finding out the schedule the first day was a little nerve-racking. The first night, I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to make it back to my hotel.

The programming page of the Convergence website suggested signing up for 10 panels if you wanted to be on three. I signed up for nine, including some that were a bit of a “Hail Mary”, assuming I would get 2 or three. I ended up on seven panels.

My least favorite topic as a panelist was “Keeping the next book fresh,” which I’ve pictured above. While I enjoyed meeting Bryan Thomas Schmidt, Kelly McCullough, and Tamora Pierce, I felt a little under-qualified for this panel as I haven’t published a lot, and I never have trouble coming up with fresh ideas.

My favorite topic as a panelist was “Women of Star Trek.” I was honestly worried about this panel. I know how people get about their Star Trek. At one moment, I came to a realization that I was speaking to over 100 people about Star Trek. I was almost moved to tears of happiness, but I held them back, as the might have seemed awkward to the other people in the room.

My favorite event as an attendee was “Verbing the Noun” a stand-up comedy act by comedian Joseph Scrimshaw. I owe a special thanks to my wife, Stephanie for talking me out of bailing when I saw how big the audience was going to be.

The containment unit from the Ghostbusters room

I also attended the famous Convergence room parties. My favorites were the Ghostbusters room, the Star Trek room, and the Orange room, where I tried an Orange Crush and cake-flavored vodka drink and a orange Jello shot.

By Saturday night, I had honestly had enough con. I’d already done so much stuff, seen so many cool costumes and gotten so little sleep, I kind of ran out of gas. I ended up sitting on the hotel patio, talking with friends. Then, I went back to hotel early (midnight) so I could get some sleep.

On Sunday, right before I left, I had an awesome reading. It wasn’t highly attended, but the people that were there laughed their asses off. It’s always fun seeing people appreciate your work first hand.

The Slow Reveal

I was reading Dave Farland’s Daily Kick article about “grounding” the reader by quickly revealing the setting, and I started thinking about my own debut, Minion of Evil.

I’m very upfront about the settings in Minion. It starts in a call center. The protagonist goes to his girlfriend’s house. They visit a restaurant named Rosa. Etc.

However, I never go outside the generic to tell you where they actually are, which is unimportant and not that interesting. I did include the location in an Easter egg in Fangs for Nothing, my upcoming book. However, the finding is the fun part as the location itself remains unimportant and uninteresting.

Satanism and You

As an author, I get to research interesting things. For my book Minion of Evil, I needed to learn more about Satanists. And I did a little research on the Church of Satan and its founder Anton LaVey.

To start out, LaVey himself is an interesting character. According  to autobiographical information. He was a circus performer and  roustabout, a police psychic, an organ player in a burlesque house, and briefly dated Marilyn Monroe before she became famous. And this was all before he started the Church of Satan. However, much of this information is non-verifiable, and much of his story have been questioned by biographers. Continue reading

Robert J. Sawyer really likes me, or Social Media Weirdness

If you’re like me, you’ve been getting a few notices from SchoolFeed, a Facebook app that makes a yearbook for everyone you went to school with. To me, this is a great example of an app that goes too far. From what I’ve read on the Internet–the most accurate source there is–as soon as you sign up for this app, it immediately sends requests to all your Facebook friends without telling you.

This seems to be confirmed by the fact Hugo Award Winning author Robert J. Sawyer just sent me a request.

Now, I’m a big fan of Robert J. Sawyer, and I’ve liked and commented on a few of his posts, and being a guy who’s very good to his fans, he’s liked and commented on a couple of mine. I hope that someday I will hit it big, and we’ll beta read for each other. But I have no illusions that if someone asked him how Shannon was doing, he’d either say, “Shannon who?” or think they were talking about some other Shannon he knew. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t sitting around thinking about classmates to add and landed on me, especially since we went to high school 15 years apart and in different countries.

So no, Robert, I won’t be signing up for SchoolFeed. It’s nothing personal. I hope we can still be friends.

Shame on you Kirk Douglas

Kirk Douglas and the Seal (click for video)

Last night, I went to the Mindbridge Film Group, and we watched a great movie, Disney’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, staring  Kirk Douglas and Peter Lorre. For a film of its age, it’s weathered well, and I quite enjoyed it.

I was, however, a little surprised at the scene where Kirk Douglas gets a seal drunk. Now, I’m sure Disney did not actually get a seal intoxicated, but it still struck me as being a little off for an older Disney movie.

The scene reminded me of how much we’ve changed as a culture in the last 50 years. In addition to a drunk seal, everyone in the movie smoked like a chimney. Of course, this movie was filming during the same time I Love Lucy, a show where they drove home the idea that offering a cigarette was the only sophisticated way to greet a visitor. Six years after this movie came out, the Andy Griffith Show premiered, in which a regular recurring character was Otto, the lovable town drunk.

It amazes me that while some things once common have become so taboo, we’re currently going through a second sexual revolution, even here in Iowa, where coming out as gay or admitting you have the same kind of sexual interests and drives as the average person isn’t quite such a big deal anymore.

I remember back in 1994, Surgeon General Joycelyn Elders answered a question by saying that masturbation was part of healthy human sexuality and an appropriate alternative to riskier sexual behaviors. President Clinton ended up firing her over this statement, only to later be held to to public scrutiny for not heeding her advice. Ironically, most of today’s young people agree with both Elder’s opinion that masturbation is healthy, and Clinton’s opinion that BJs don’t count.