Post by Lynn
It’s confession time.
I eavesdrop – anywhere and everywhere. I listen and then I skulk away and write it all down in a small notebook. Here’s a sampling of the results:
At a café in Denver – “I had a cousin who shot himself in the head just minutes before he was going to sign the papers to make him a partner in his father’s business. What does that tell you?”
In yoga class – “I was going to turn over a new leaf this morning. Instead, I turned over in bed.”
At the truck stop – “My grandma never got a social security check. She never earned a salary. When she was old, her only money came from two houses she rented out. Can’t tell you how many times some scumbag stiffed her on the rent and left a house trashed. And that being her only income.”
At the mall – “My hearing aid doesn’t work worth a damn. You can say it twice if you want, don’t make a difference.”
Next booth over at the diner – “Yep, come sheep shearing time, he asked me, ‘You want my best crew, or the one that speaks English?’ Course I told him I wanted his best crew and by God, those Mexicans work hard for the money, ya gotta give ‘em that.”
In line at the post office – “How’s your boy doin’, Jim?” followed by “Still in the marines, for now… not checkin’ them doors in Fallujah anymore though, thank God.”
Shameless, aren’t I?
I suggest you try out my guilty habit, if you haven’t already. Writers can learn by listening in. I mean, how do people really talk to each other? Do they answer every question? Do they interrupt, leave sentences half-finished? All that and more.
Eavesdropping helps you develop an ear for dialogue, and writing it down gives you practice in putting the sounds onto the page as truthfully as possible.
And stories? Try and tell me there are no stories in the snippets of conversation I shared with you today.
So go ahead, listen in. Just let me know if you’re in the booth next to mine, okay?