“the night smelled of grapefruit–“
“it’s my story; i can make the night smell any way i want.”
“But grapefruit is more of a morning smell.”
“maybe that’s the point.”
“I’m just saying.”
“what do you want? tangerine? clementine?”
“At least clementine is ambiguous…but why does it have to be citrus at all?”
“because that is what the night smelled like!”
“How about the night smelled of pine & fertile soil?”
“that is a completely different story.”
dialogue has always been my favorite part about writing. maybe because of all the voices in my head? this is a conversation i played in my head one night after i smelled a citrusy evening. i am also drawn more to works that contain more dialogue than description. waiting for godot was a favorite of mine. also rosencrantz & gildenstern are dead.
once upon a time i thought i would like to write screen plays…but then i got distracted by comics.
i just love a good conversation.