Thanks, Nancy!
Yours is a good example of interspersing dialogue with narrative. You are showing what's happening and readers get a sense of the relationship between mom and daughter.
Good show!
greetings, fellow posters:.
before i give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario i came up with for the writing class i teach.
it has to do with how to write more effectively.. thanks!.
Thanks, Nancy!
Yours is a good example of interspersing dialogue with narrative. You are showing what's happening and readers get a sense of the relationship between mom and daughter.
Good show!
greetings, fellow posters:.
before i give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario i came up with for the writing class i teach.
it has to do with how to write more effectively.. thanks!.
You're welcome, Syl!
greetings, fellow posters:.
before i give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario i came up with for the writing class i teach.
it has to do with how to write more effectively.. thanks!.
OUTLAW:
Good one. Yeah, she'll still be ugly!
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Sylvia:
Excellent!
Inexperienced writers think "he said," "she asked" become so boringly repetitive that they must tart up the dialogue tags with insane examples, such as I used in the first entry. Nix the adverbs.
Example 2, and your fine writing, do more to show, rather than tell, what the characters are thinking and/or doing. The simple and recommended dialogue tags (said/asked) actually become "invisible," unhampered by overuse of "Tom Swifties":
greetings, fellow posters:.
before i give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario i came up with for the writing class i teach.
it has to do with how to write more effectively.. thanks!.
OUTLAW:
Great, as usual! THANKS!
Just thought of a real-life scene between Winston Churchill and Lady Astor (I think):
"If you were my husband, I'd give you poison!"
"If you were my wife, I'd drink it!"
greetings, fellow posters:.
before i give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario i came up with for the writing class i teach.
it has to do with how to write more effectively.. thanks!.
Greetings, fellow posters:
Before I give my own answer to the above, kindly read this silly little mother/daughter scenario I came up with for the writing class I teach. It has to do with how to write more effectively.
THANKS!
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“I can’t do this anymore,” Mary sighed wearily.
“What can I do to help? Mother implored beseechingly.
“I don’t know, I just don’t know,” Mary intoned breathlessly.
“Well, I’m going to make you a cup of restoring tea,” Mother quipped reassuringly.
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“I can’t do this anymore,” said Mary. Weary from long hours at work and sleepless nights, she looked at the pile of laundry on the back porch floor and groaned. Detritus covered furniture and floor from days and days of inattention to the house’s general upkeep.
“What can I do to help?” Mother asked. Knowing her daughter all too well, Margaret was careful, when visiting Mary, not to take charge and start cooking and cleaning unasked. She waited for her daughter to respond, keeping her habit to be a helicopter mom in check.
“I don’t know, I just don’t know,” Mary replied. She welcomed Mother’s help, but shouldn’t she be able to run her household and career effortlessly? Maybe I should toss my pride aside and let her help, Mary thought to herself, knowing her eager mother would have the house all spic and span and dinner on the table in one hour. She waited . . . and waited. . . .
“Well, I’m going to make you a cup of restoring tea,” Mother said.
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You finish the scene, if you like!
over many years i have been pondering how mental illness has impacted upon jw's due to the effects of indoctrination.
in my case; when i was 21 i had a breakdown and was hospitalised for 6 weeks.
i was diagnosed with anxiety tension state disorder.
Thanks, steve2, for a much appreciated reply.
When I wrote in another thread regarding THE TRUTH in the '60s and '70s, I was clearly in Pollyanna mode. New and eager, I saw only the good because that's all I perceived early on.
I'm of a different opinion now, not one of anger or bitterness. No, just one that recognizes hard realities.
With gratitude, . . .
Edited to add my thanks to Vidiot for his post -- spot on!
over many years i have been pondering how mental illness has impacted upon jw's due to the effects of indoctrination.
in my case; when i was 21 i had a breakdown and was hospitalised for 6 weeks.
i was diagnosed with anxiety tension state disorder.
(((((Sylvia)))))
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over many years i have been pondering how mental illness has impacted upon jw's due to the effects of indoctrination.
in my case; when i was 21 i had a breakdown and was hospitalised for 6 weeks.
i was diagnosed with anxiety tension state disorder.
I have already written about young Bethelites, in an earlier post, but there's more . . . always more:
We young Bethel brothers were homesick, feeling all the hormonal emotions a kid experiences. Serving Jehovah and the so-called people of good will -- bringing them into the fold -- helped allay our unfulfilled yearnings. Well, as long as we were busy, and, except for those furtive hours of scant sleep, we were on the go nonstop.
Many of us had breakdowns, even though Bethel HQ did recognize our need for recreation, providing onsite facilities: bowling, basketball, etc. That's what I recall. However, my friends and I in the foreign language congregations were way too busy to unwind. One of my friends, perhaps the hardest working of all, often came home late an night from an assignment and collapsed on his bed in his street clothes. Several of us hardworking kids wound up in the infirmary, quit assignments, ran away, attempted suicide, left for good . . .
I don't believe my fellow Bethelites were as emotionally damaged as I, given my own family history; but the relentless giving and giving will take its toll -- on anyone.
And, I repeat: FOG, FOG, FOG, . . .
well, that would be an airer.
it's all in how we hear the spoken word.
when a little boy, one fellow thought "world peace" was "whirled peas.
Ampersand (&) was once the 27th letter of the alphabet.
Honest!
you, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot .
on this hallowed earth upon which now i kneel,.
it's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of .
Understood, Dear, . . . understood.
Love and blessings, likewise, to you.