A great scene with Ros and Clare, beautifully observed social observations and simmering resentments, with a good dose of misunderstanding thrown in. Top-class novel writing.
“Clare scuffed the napkin over her forehead sending mud dust crumbling into the froth of her coffee. She absently stirred it in.
Ros felt slightly revolted.”
I am Ros. One of my pet peeves is when people do this, and unfortunately my dad is the king of swooping up all the crumbs and putting them back on his plate.
That last line, what a secret retaliation. Love the tension you build in your dialog, nothing said but everything said.
I hope someone asks a question about dialogue to me and Mary. I really want to talk about it. It's such a silent pursuit, the listening.
it's the ostensible conversation, but it's also the friendship skidding over the carriageway into oncoming traffic.
Nicely put.
A great scene with Ros and Clare, beautifully observed social observations and simmering resentments, with a good dose of misunderstanding thrown in. Top-class novel writing.
😌 Thank you.
Your writing is so stimulating that it should include a seizure warning for prose-sensitive people like me.
I might print that out and stick it on my wall.
“Clare scuffed the napkin over her forehead sending mud dust crumbling into the froth of her coffee. She absently stirred it in.
Ros felt slightly revolted.”
I am Ros. One of my pet peeves is when people do this, and unfortunately my dad is the king of swooping up all the crumbs and putting them back on his plate.
Clare wouldn't even notice she's doing it.
Lovely writing. Your words create detailed pictures in my mind, while reading.
Thank you, Anne . That’s exactly what I want to hear.
That last line, what a secret retaliation. Love the tension you build in your dialog, nothing said but everything said.
Amazing the doozies we can tell ourselves when it suits . A lovely ,anticipated two chapter catch up .
And good for Clare