Shall we see if I can get through a whole post about dialog talking about. . .dialog?
I follow Twitter. Not enough, apparently, to see everything that goes by, because lots of people use it as a mirror they glance into constantly throughout the day assuming—I guess—the rest of us want to see what’s there. So while I’m scanning for links to articles on writing fiction with something fresh and new to say (very rare), I’m also wading through endless post-its about what people are eating, where, why, and what they think of what each other is eating.
Let me answer all those questions for you now and get it over with: chocolate, at their desk, because they just need a little pick-me-up from reading all those peeks into other people’s mirrors. And what they think of what others are eating? Yeah, they think it’s a good idea.
Is Twitter dialog?
No, it is not. Twitter is almost exclusively monologue, which is why it’s so often unbearably boring.
IM, on the other hand, is sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day. . .
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