For this week’s post, I thumb my nose at a piece of writing advice. (Well, two pieces actually, since I just used a cliché.) Good writers, they say, opt for the word “said” during dialogue so as to avoid scenes like:
"Let's go to the movies," he posited. "I disagree," she demurred.
Herewith, consider my nose thumbed.
“I want to climb that mountain,” she says. The foothill lures her spirit, Beckoning wide paths seduce her. Flooded with energy, she skips. “The path gets narrower,” she notices. A switchback challenges her footsteps, Scribbling tree roots trip her. Worried but still powerful, she continues. “Should I carry on?” she puffs. The incline steals her breath, Aching muscles betray her. Depleted of oxygen, she schlepps. “I can’t do this,” she whines. An obstacle blocks her progress, Darkening skies shadow her. Deprived of hope, she sleeps. “But . . . my goal is just there,” she awakens. The dawn illuminates her next steps, Daunting barriers dissolve before her. Reinvigorated by inspiration, she climbs. “What a view!” she cries. A summit reveals her success, Haunting memories flee from her. Satiated with completeness, she savours. “Now what?” she wonders. The downward path answers, Waning desire to remain prompts her. Evolved for a new task, she descends. “If I go down, I can climb a higher mountain,” she says.