POST CARDS FROM THE MUSE
By Nandy Ekle
“Hi. My name is Main Character.” He raised his hand in a wave.
“Hi, Main Character. My name is Nemesis.” He nodded toward Main Character.
Main Character smiled. “It’s good to meet you.”
“Thank you. It’s good to meet you too.”
Main Character looked past Nemesis’ shoulder and Nemesis looked down at the floor. The clock ticked an awkward moment.
Main Character jerked his face back to Nemesis’ face as a flash of thought passed through his mind. “We’re supposed to inspire writers to write a believable dialogue.”
A light snapped on in Nemesis’ eyes. “Oh. Do you mean, like, actually sounding like two people having a conversation instead of sounding like two sides of the same person?”
“Yes. That’s right.” Main Character smiled while his head moved up and down.
“I see. How do you think a good writer does that?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Main Character said, “Well, I think they have to just almost actually hear two different people speaking and write what they say exactly the way it’s said.”
Nemesis’ eyes darken slightly. “Ya’ know, Mainy, I do b’lieve you jes’ hit da nail rat own its big ol’ head.”
“Yes. And that means the writer needs to know his characters very well.” He took a coupe of steps backward.
“Yore galdern rat ‘bout dat dar rule.” Nemesis took a couple of steps forward toward Main Character.
Main Character turned his head and looked over his shoulder for the door behind him, then he looked back at Nemesis. His brow was lined with worry. “So, do you have any advice to add to that?”
Nemesis stopped moving and lookd up into space as if an idea would appear like a light bulb. “Well . . . yeah. They prolly need to make shore dem readers know who’s tawkin’ when. ‘Cause, like us? We ain’t just standing still flappin’ our gums. We’re acchully doing’ sumpin’”
“That’s right,” Main Character said.
Nemesis grinned a dark toothy grin. Yeah.” He turned to look at the person reading their dialogue. “Got that, reader? Now.” He paused and leaned forward until his nose nearly touched the reader’s nose. The dark light came back to his eyes. “Go do it!”
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