gabrielcharon Posted November 16, 2008 Report Posted November 16, 2008 I'm working on my dialogue composition. Ideas, suggestions welcome....... "I'm not an insomniac though. I'm telling you I see things - sounds. I'm a synesthesiac!" She punctuated the greasy kitchen air with her fork. "Oh, what is that supposed to mean, Jess?" He pours his instant coffee with sadistic distaste picking his battles like a scab. "Oooh I'm a tell ya what ya mean to me bay beehee-ee Oh!! Lalalala I love you, yeah!!" She grins and wiggles in her seat, crooning into her fork with guarana induced neurosis. "Ugh, get your fucking life together!" It's that grimmace that gets to her. He never used to look at her like that. She keeps on singing, reduced now to a tight lipped hum, her heart still throbbing and sore. The dirty dishes are a flimsy escape. She turns up the radio and the sink turns colors on her.
gabrielcharon Posted November 16, 2008 Author Report Posted November 16, 2008 "Your writing's crap. What's your excuse? Why do you keep on writing when you do it so badly? Why don't you continue finding excuses not to write? It would make my life alot easier." "Becuase it would make your life easier." ////
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