It's snowing. A week till spring and it's snowing! It's just too bizarre. It's also horribly distracting. I keep telling myself to get to work on the latest project, but all that runs through my head is that it's snowing. Well, maybe not All... but mostly. The rest is pondering how assorted characters would react.
I do that a lot. Look at things or events in my life and wonder what or how any of my characters would react or handle them. If I'm very lucky a small grain of those thoughts stays with me long enough for me to jot it down and start to build on it. I have so many little snippets of thoughts written down it's a bit disturbing actually. Many of them with dialog.
Speaking of which, for some reason people that have read my stuff are impressed with the naturalness of my dialog. I'm still not sure why. What is so hard about writing dialog? For me it's like breathing. I'm siting some place with the characters and listening to them talk. Doesn't everyone do that? No? Huh... Maybe it's that my characters stem from deep in me and I'm close to them.
That's one explanation I suppose... Well, I should wander back to hanging out with a few old friends and see what they have to say.
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