Best place to get dialogue.

As if you needed a reason to get out and meet your neighbors or actually go to church....but if you are a writer... you just might...because I have gotten the BEST dialogue and speech patterns from talking to neighbors or listening to people give lessons in church.  After all, no loud music or noisy crowds like the mall.

For example: Nigerian man speaking English during a Sunday school lesson.  I noticed for the most part he sounded like an American.  But on longer words with more than two syllables, he was VERY articulate/ over articulate for someone living in Texas.  Also, every o after the first consant was pronounced as an ah sound.  So, correct became cahrrect and work became wahrk.  He was educated, too, so his vocabulary was more extensive than some other people.  He also said, "Any other thoughts?" when he wanted someone else to volunteer to talk.  The last thing I noticed was that the short i sound was pronounced with a long e sound.  If became eef, interesting became een-trist-ing.

Three Funny Girls

Enter Jocelyn, four, as she climbs up on my lap as I try to type on the computer. Her little soft hands smush my cheeks and make my eyes look at hers. She moves my head to the left and right numerous times. (I have seen her do this to the dogs numerous times and now I feel for them.) I notice something glossy on her shoulder and take a closer look. Ten strips of tape were on both shoulders. “Why is there tape all over you?” I ask smirking, because I have a hard time getting mad at her for cute things, even if they are messy. “My straps of my dress kept falling down, so I taped them,” she says very proudly.

Enter Madeline, nine, we are sitting in the third row of the church. Sacrament has just finished. “Mom,” she says very loudly. “I’m very hungry. Can I ask for the leftover bread?”

Enter Gwendolynn, seven, who has just watched me make myself a Diet Coke. I sit at the couch, two minutes later, she comes to me with a HUGE glass. “Look, Mommy, I made you two cokes.” “Thanks, sweetie,” I say, “but I already have one.” Gwendolynn, who knew this already, replies, “Good, can I have it?” Mommy- that is me- replies, “Hmmmmm…..let me think about that one…. No.” I laugh; she frowns. I have three Diet Cokes to drink.