One of my Beta readers sent
me a compliment. She liked my dialogue. It was very kind of her and very much
appreciated.
I responded by explaining a
little about my three steps to building a scene.
When I first begin blocking
out a scene, I think about what I want to accomplish and how best to advance
the plot. Then I chose the characters I need. Since I’ve gotten most of my
characters developed to the point I can hear them when they speak—I let them. Step
one: I run through the scene with dialogue.
After I get a good sense of
who’s saying what, who’s placing the important clue, who’s dropping the snarky
remark, who’s making a joke—I get on with step two: making them move around within
a defined space.
Step two takes awhile. I
blame it on my high school English teacher, a no-nonsense WWII vet who marked
down any padded writing that crossed his desk. It left me with a natural
inclination for sparseness and brevity, good traits for a short story or an
essay, but not so much for a novel. In a novel, the reader wants more details
about everything.
As hard as it is for me, after
I get the furnishings in the room, the room in a building, and the building in
Bishop Hill, I’m faced with my most difficult task—step three: giving them emotions.
Seriously, at an early point,
I considered the merits of an autistic protagonist. But I kept at it using the
feedback I was given in workshops, writing groups, and from my primary reader,
my husband.
Every time I revisit a scene
I find something to fix, improve, and polish. All the little changes build up
to enrich and add more depth. It reminds me of layers of varnish and wear on an
old table, part of the whole that sets it apart, makes it unique.
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