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Building Dialogue. An Example. Building Dialogue. Define the problem , picture it clearly, then start with basic dialogue between two characters Remember to separate characters by paragraph. “That’s mine,” she said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said. Building Dialogue.
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Building Dialogue An Example
Building Dialogue • Define the problem, picture it clearly, then start with basic dialogue between two characters • Remember to separate characters by paragraph • “That’s mine,” she said. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said.
Building Dialogue • Add particularization (something particular to an individual character) • Her dark eyes flashed. “That’s mine,” she said. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said, hiding his hand behind his back.
Building Dialogue • Add details to set the rest of the scene • Her dark eyes flashed. “That’s mine,” she said defiantly, pointing to his ring. The blood-red stone gleamed in the torchlight. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said, hiding his hand behind his back. He glanced down at his sword.
Building Dialogue • Add further information and point of view • Her dark eyes flashed. “That’s mine,” she said defiantly, pointing to his ring. The blood-red stone gleamed in the torchlight. She knew it was her father’s ring—he had given it to her just before he died. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said, hiding his hand behind his back. He glanced down at his sword.
Building Dialogue • Add foreshadowing • Her dark eyes flashed. “That’s mine,” she said defiantly, pointing to his ring. The blood-red stone gleamed in the torchlight. She knew it was her father’s ring—he had given it to her just before he died. She wondered if it was still filled with poison. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said, hiding his hand behind his back. He glanced down at his sword.
Building Dialogue • Add intensity and dramatic ending • Her dark eyes flashed. “That’s mine,” she said defiantly, pointing to his ring. The blood-red stone gleamed in the torchlight. She knew it was her father’s ring—he had given it to her just before he died. She wondered if it was still filled with poison. • “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marak said, hiding his hand behind his back. He glanced down at his sword. Then he turned toward her with a malicious grin. • “Now it’s your turn to die.”