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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 5, 2017 14:48:30 GMT -5
I've had this story running around my head for years now, but I don't know how to even start. The problem is it requires many many many different voices and all of my writing tends to sound the same.
I was hoping that some of you would help out.
Just write a paragraph or something from your perspective, or a character's perspective, about somebody you pass on the street. I think reading all of your different povs will help me figure out how to develop several of my own. At least, that's what I hope.
Thank you in advance!
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Post by Brownie on Sept 5, 2017 17:20:18 GMT -5
I wrote something but the forums crashed for a bit and killed it haha probably for the best, I didn't write about passing on the street, at least not the main focus
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Post by ѕωєєт ѕαcяιғιcє ⊳ || on Sept 5, 2017 17:34:11 GMT -5
some tips that hopefully help: depending on a character's general disposition, you can use more positive or negative phrasing in their speech. a lot of retail workers do this - for example, saying "i can put you on the order list and we'll have it shipped right to you as soon as we're restocked!" sounds a whole lot more positive than "oh, um, i'm so sorry, we're out of stock at the moment, but um, i can put you on the order list if you'd like to wait a month for the restock, or i can refer you to another item..."
oops ill write a paragraph for u in a bit, i have to go lol
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Post by ѕωєєт ѕαcяιғιcє ⊳ || on Sept 5, 2017 21:06:12 GMT -5
OK hello again!!! sorry i had to leave right then tfw i gave the tip because its something i learned very recently that i wish i wouldve known a long time ago because it really helps me a lot, and i hope it helps you ^_^ anyway, paragraph(s). this turned out to be so long OTL
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I'm power walking down the street and sprinting across the crosswalks at the last second. It gets a lot of angry honking horns, but I don't care at all. The last thing I ever want is to be late for my second date. She's cute! She's hilarious! She has two cats and a Corvette! And she's an entire foot taller than me, even when I'm wearing heels! Either she's very strong or I'm just really small because she joked about being able to benchpress me. Or...or maybe both...she looks pretty muscular... Someone swears at me as I narrowly avoid slamming into them and their hot coffee. I mumble an apology and hurry on, too excited to take it personally. The café is only another block away, I think...? I sprint across another crosswalk, barely making it to the sidewalk in time. Oh, there it is! I can see the neon sign now. Hopefully I'm making decent time. I should pull out my phone to check, though... Hm... ...uh... ...IT'S DEAD?! Surely I have my portable charger in here somewhere...in this mess of my purse. Must be the gateway to hell. What if she canceled and I didn't get her call? Or what if she wanted to meet somewhere else instead? Ah... ...oh no... I can't find it... I'm rummaging through my other zip pockets as I keep walking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bodybuilder wearing a ton of studs on their vest. I can't help but turn and look for a moment. Wait... OH! THAT'S MY DATE! She looks so much different with her hair down and her buff arms exposed. I'm so busy staring at her that I almost don't realize she's walking the other way. I run to catch up with her, my heels clacking as I go. "TESSA! WAIT!" I shout breathlessly. She turns around, looks confused for a moment, then sees me running as fast as I can and laughs. "Hey. You look ridiculous, running like that." I have to catch my breath for a moment. "Ah- sorry, I know I'm late, um-" She checks her phone. "Yeah, by an hour." I feel my heart sink and my cheeks flush. "Oh...oh my god..." "I would've waited a bit longer, but they close early on Sundays and you weren't answering your phone, so-" "My phone died on the way here. Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed, I walked as fast as I could..." I can't bear to make eye contact with her and end up staring down at our shoes. "Hey, it's okay." She bends down towards me. "Lily." I reluctantly look up at her, my face still burning with shame. "It's really okay," she continues. "Accidents happen. Besides, I'm not busy tonight, it's no big deal." I take a deep breath. "Thank you. ... I'm still really sorry. It's farther to walk than I expected..." "Next time I can just pick you up. You should've told me you don't have a car." "I didn't think it would be a problem... ...um, do you- do you want to go somewhere else? If you have time that is," I add quickly. "That'd be great!" She smiles widely and takes my hand. "Come on, if you're not lactose intolerant I have a favorite ice cream shop on the next street." "Perfect, I love ice cream!" She starts to lead the way and I continue power walking to keep up with her long legs.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 6, 2017 0:11:19 GMT -5
It was late in the evening, but god, it felt like early morning. I was drained of energy, and even the coffee wasn't doing a lot to help. I frequented the little coffeeshop, and I always sat outside, hoping to gain inspiration for my writing from the passerby on the busy street.
Tonight, I was only half awake, stirring my coffee with a finger. The coffee was still rather hot, but it was helping keep me awake, although just barely. My companions were the three others who had been in the shop at the time. They were at the table to support me in my quest to melt off my index finger, but they were slowly starting to seem concerned by my mood. They had been listening to me summarize my story.
"I want to sleep," I remarked at last. "But I think the dialogue in my story is too bland."
Reginald shifted in his seat, setting down the newspaper he had buried his nose in. He folded it up nearly before meeting my gaze with narrowed eyes. "Something you may wish to consider is the background of the character," he suggested at last. "A well educated character may speak more formally than others."
"Younger characters are probably not gonna use super big words!" Emily piped up. "Or good grammar."
"Quite right," Reginald agreed, giving Emily a respectful nod. "The young lady makes an excellent point, but she's leaving out something of dire importance; slang. A modern or 'hip' character may choose to use certain lingo in regular conversation. Do not forget the importance of unique mottos or slogans, either."
"Like your strange hum before you say yes?" I asked. "Or do you think I should repeat whole phrases?"
"It depends on the kind of person the character is!" Emily twirled her hair around her finger, biting her lip as she looked for the right word. "Oh, and this is actually like, a really big one that people forget about, but make sure to use body language to show things about their personality, instead of just having a narrator say what they're like."
"And," Reginald began. "Your dialogue tags are crucial. You certainly wouldn't want to portray the wrong emotion by making a dignified character snap. Perhaps they would raise their voice or add an air of warning, but I don't think your main character, as you've shown her so far, would shout."
"What about accents?" I glanced to my left at Alrik, who had remained silent thus far. I had nearly forgotten him, he was so quiet.
The greying man set down his drink, meeting my eyes evenly. He spoke barely above a whisper, a small wheeze to his words. "Vell, you certainly do not vant to over do it."
"If you use too much phonetic spelling, your reader tends to get lost, tripping up over the words," Reginald murmured. "You don't want reading simple dialogue to become a chore."
"Word choice!" Emily squeaked, jolting upright in her chair. "Use fun words!"
Alrik slid his cup away from his hands to avoid knocking it over. He steepled his fingers, leaning forward. "On one hand, it is good to simply type out zee accent. But." He paused to consider, tilting his head to the side. "It is not bad to suggest an accent's presence vithout zee confusing letters." The German man sighed. "Let zee reader imagine one from experience. Let zee people think of zee voices for you."
"Mm, yes, splendid point Mr. Alrik." Clicking his tongue, Reginald clapped his hands close to my face, giving me a kind smile when I startled awake, realizing I had been dozing off. "Just remember that everyone experiences life differently. Emily may be thrilled by the topic of pets, while Alrik would be bitter, recalling the time his grandmother's cat scratched him as a boy."
"Oh," Alrik groaned, seemingly more to himself than the rest. "Der Metzger."
"And hey," Emily pointed out. "Uhm, uh, and ah are very different noises that match with the people. Like, the rarely-hesitates-when-speaking-but-uses-'ah'-dramatically kind of guy."
"Mm, yes, that too." Reginald checked his watch. "You wouldn't want to be late, now would you?"
"Oh, thank you," I offered a weak smile. "I better get to that story." I wanted to make characters unique enough that I'd be able to write group dialogue scenes without adding tags. "You're the best."
"Any time, girlie!"
"Thank you for joining us, my dear. I do hope you sleep well."
"Good luck vith zee story."
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 6, 2017 0:53:50 GMT -5
These are so great, guys! Reading these makes me realize that a lot of the time when I try to write background characters I make them sound really stiff. I need to relax my writing. Brownie I hate when that happens, hah. Sorry about that! And it's totally okay, really just reading things in somebody else's perspective is super helpful. We all sound different on paper, and I like hearing (or seeing, I guess) those differences. ѕωєєт ѕαcяιғιcє ⊳ || I don't think I've ever really thought about positive and negative speech in detail, that's a really good thing to bring to light. ℜust ℜed ℜose You are so ingenious, I am actually amazed. Also I read some of your poetry early today and am in love with you so oops
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 6, 2017 1:26:01 GMT -5
llavoie -- I don't want to clog up the thread, but I wanted to say thank you before I forgot to. It's the little things that keep me writing, heh. I'm gonna get some sleep (waking up for school in 6 hours!) but I wish you the best of luck with the voices!
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Sept 6, 2017 7:48:51 GMT -5
My writing has some similarities between bits, but I think something that helps me to keep it a little bit change-y is to switch characters sometimes. When I try writing from different character perspectives, I will think about that character's relation to another, what they might be thinking about the other. I try to 'step in their shoes' when writing from them. Focus on what they know, don't know. Think up a bit of history for them. how did they meet the character they're talking to? do they like them, or not? Sometimes developing a character is difficult if they're kept in solitary confinement. Build interactions between everyone in your writing, and each one will start to become more unique and fleshed out. Maybe it's a bit too much sometimes for lesser characters, but really helps if you want to have more than one 'main'-ish character.
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Post by llavoie -- on Sept 6, 2017 12:53:14 GMT -5
Demitraeus Dehlfvaen You know, that's something I haven't really thought of either. Now that I think about it, I do tend to write my characters (especially the backgrounders) from a solitary standpoint, and then I get frustrated when it sounds stiff and formal and bland. I need to throw them in some public situations, ones where they can interact with many people and other characters. Thank you!
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Post by ❴ ғα∂ιηg ✦ яεαℓιтү ❵ on Sept 6, 2017 20:16:33 GMT -5
(I'm on mobile so excuse typos. Also it starts off as a stranger and then goes from there oops.)
It was the first time he came into our little book shop, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his brown almost amber eyes. His hair was brown as well, curly, the strands wild. He smiled at me, it was a shy smile, a tentative one, a "hello, nice to meet you, please don't hurt me" smile. The kind only someone who had been broken would give. My heart ached for this boy, I knew the feeling all too well.
"Hello," I said, returning his smile with a matching one, letting him know that I understood. "Welcome to Eldertree Book Shop, how may I help you?"
He straightened a bit, I hadn't realized he was slouching before, hadn't realized how tall he was until then. He could easily have picked up a book off the top shelf. I could not. I was short, stocky, I wasn't anything extraordinary, I was an average "geek" boy. With my light brown hair and eyes, my thick rimmed glasses and splash of freckles across my face, I was never someone another guy would look at. Not even girls would, despite there being no interest there.
"I was hoping to find a book, a certain book actually. My grandfather, James Sharp was an author, a German author. Sadly, during World War II his writing was all burned, as he was Jewish, as am I..." He trailed off, he had been smiling at first when he mentioned his grandfather, it was a different smile, a reminiscent smile, but one filled with sadness as well. "He is in the hospital and I was hoping to find his old writing, as he may pass any day now and I had heard you guys had books in different languages, specifically known to have rare books from that time."
I pointed towards the back row of shelves, "if it'd be here then you'd find it back there."
He nodded at me, a thankful smile on his lips, he walked towards it, scanning the shelves. He did not find what he was looking for that day, he left without a word. I didn't even get to say goodbye to the beautiful brown boy. I didn't think I'd ever see him again anyways.
He came back two weeks later. A grim look in his eyes, a defeated one from a man who knew loss. His grandfather.
I smiled at him, he did not return it, instead, with a flat voice he said, "my grandfather, he is gone, and so are the words that he once wrote."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I didn't know what else to say.
"So am I," he responded.
"I wish there was something I could do," I said, my voice rushed. It was a stupid thing to say to a stranger, a stupid thing to say to this boy I had only met once before for a brief few moments. But I said it.
"Thank you, I just wished I could have read his poetry, still do. I wish I had more time with him." He slumped against a book shelf, it rocked a little with his weight.
"I could help you look," I replied, and then rushed out another sentence. "If you want me to, that is."
He looked at me this time, a smile in his eyes, but not on his face, "that'd be wonderful."
And so the search began. We searched online, at garage sales, in libraries, and other book shops. We didn't find the poetry book within the first few months, but we did find a friendship.
Maybe we'd find more, as time goes along, maybe we'd find that book. God, I hope he and I will.
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