An Excerpt: She Knows What?

'She knows! She knows!'

'Don't be an idiot. She just got here, she couldn't have known'

Eleanor who was standing behind the door could hear her two captors busily whispering. What was it that one of them thought she knows? She couldn't stand the mystery. She never could.

'What is it that I'm supposed to know?' she burst into the room as curiosity got the better of her. Well, at least she's not a cat and curiosity hasn't managed to kill her yet.

'Look now what you've done you imbecile... you just had to didn't you.. you couldn't just sleep on it first!' said Betha to Erick, losing her temper.

'Tell me everything now or I swear I will walk out that door!' Eleanor, whose patience was wearing thin, raised her voice slightly.

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I can relate!
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'Bla bla bla bla bla'

What the actual fuck is that?

I'm frustrated. Dialogues for a novel are very challenging to write, at least it is to me. I really have to put myself in character when I write scenes that involve a lot of dialogues. I feel like a fucking noob now. My drama club teacher will not be proud of her eloquent 'Madame Giry' if she was to see me now. 

Despite my current onerous situation which is partly caused by me being anal about it, I find it very effective tho when I write the plots in bits and pieces. It's like crocheting where you create the pieces separately and then you combine it to become one.

I've also been reading books and novels by different authors mainly because I want to learn from them - how they weave and thicken their plots. It helps me see the flaws in my own plots, which is only the beginning of me fucking my expectations up. However, not all is fucked; I've more or less established the realm that Eleanor entered - how its people live, the situation within that realm, how it defers from the other realm, the conditions for the characters living within that realm, etc. 

I find that isolating myself a few hours each day really helps expand my thoughts; I do this when I sit down to write hence I write my plots only during the night or the wee hours of the morning. I don't talk to anyone, I don't do anything else in that few hours except think and write, and drink loads and loads of coffee.

Well, my arse is too sore now from seating on my plastic chair (without cushion mind you) to continue writing anymore. I shall retire now. It's really been a very tiring day today.

The Tired Writer,

SFK

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