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DIALOGUE EXERCISE – Correct Errors
In the peak season of business, Kendall Myers longed for his day off, which had become a rarity. He strode into his home surrounded by the beauty of the sea and placed his keys in the green ceramic dish.
“I didn’t know you were home.”
Kendall tossed a look over his shoulder and greeted his aunt with a smile, “I just got here.”
Turning to face her, he awarded her with a peck on the cheek after asking, “how’s Robbie feeling, Aunt Beth?” The school had notified Kendall that his daughter wasn’t feeling well, so he’d asked his aunt to pick her up.
“Nothing to worry about. She’s just fine,” Beth answered, turning around and leaving the room. He followed her to the kitchen where she surprised him with a glass of his favorite scotch on the rocks.
Seated on the counter, Kendall asked, “cocktails so early in the day?”
Beth chuckled as she joined him at the oak counter with her lemonade.
“You’re going to need it, Papa Bear. Your beautiful little girl has just become a young
“She’s always been a little lady”
“Pay attention to what I’m saying, son. The stomach ache turned out to be cramps.” Beth paused a moment before adding, “Robyn-Olivia started her period, Kendall.”
Kendall took a big swallow, then placed the glass on the counter and leaned forward. Resting his elbows on the counter, he began to gently massage his temples.
“But she’s only ten for, Pete’s sake, ” He replied, avoiding his aunt’s eyes.
“Going on eleven,” she shot back at him with a smile.
Kendall reached for the glass and took another long sip, feeling the warmth of the liquor trail down to his stomach as he closed his eyes.
“Kendall, this is not the end of the world. Your daughter is growing up and she needs you more than anything to be the understanding father that you always are. All the girls in our family—”
“Auntie, I don’t think I want to hear the gory details about women issues in our family.” Kendall grimaced at the thought.
“That’s your problem.”
“What?” He looked forlorn, anticipating an impending lecture.
“That look. The issue that your daughter is growing up. Don’t be so defensive," she said. “There’s nothing wrong with you being concerned, but it’s wrong for you to be in denial. It’s nothing to panic over. Really.”
POV EXERCISE – Write from another POV – I’m writing from the perspective of the proverbial fly on the wall/car
Damn…it’s been a long “A” day. Another day of survival, and although I try to keep a low profile, there were a few close calls. There was that lady that works in the Target Starbucks who tried to smash me while I was grazing on banana loaf bread. Then there was that little girl that screamed when I landed on her blow pop! That was scary because I had a hard time freeing one of my legs from that sticky gunk, but boy did it taste good!
When I was growing up and going to Be A Bee Survival School, they taught us how to survive in the jungle of human existence. It’s bad enough you have to watch out for other insects and such, but the humans…absolute worse. They worser than worse! They act like they scared of me, but they are 1,000 times bigger! I don’t understand that logic. What I wouldn’t do to be that humongous…but they are very ugly…they smell and don’t taste very good either!
I’m in the Wendy’s now. Just checking things out…trying to keep a low profile. Ever since I was kicked out of the colony for selling cone and pollenating one to many blooms, I come here from time to time to see what’s what and get me long hairy tongue on a chocolatey frosty. I’m addicted to those things! That and French fries. Well lookey, lookey! Today’s my lucky day! There’s a lady human over there stuffing her face hole with both…Hmmm…if I size it up just right…hahhaaa. Owww, and a Baconator!!! Uh-oh, she’s lowering that thing that I thought was attached to her head. Better move on. They usually start noticing me and get in a panic after they move that thing from their ear. What is that? Not all of them have one, but I notice some have something hanging off their ear that they talk to. Humans just don’t make no sense!
Anyway, what’s going on at the drive thru. Whoa! Will you look at that car??! Very nice. Is that a 750 Li! I saw a commercial one day on TV while I was at the pawn shop watching that show called, Power. They had just locked up and locked me in and I was as snug as a bug all night long. Shoulda stayed there. Honey Bee paradise. But I got bored. Needed to get some fresh air and that was the end of that. Got shooed away so fast I almost landed on my bun.
Let me step up in here through the back window before this dude sees me.
“Hey, mom, it’s JJ.”
JJ? That must be his rapper name cuz he sho nof driving a rapper car. I’m going to change my name to HB!
“Yup. About to make a left on Grand in about three minutes—Damn!”
Damn is right, young blood. You got some lights on your tail now. Ok, how do I get out of this scene. Wait, is that weed?
“I just got tagged by Five-0.”
I’m going to catch a few more sniffs and I’m jetting.
“Are you serious? For driving while black in a 750 Li.”
Damn this shit is good!
“I am, I am. It’s just old already.”
Yup. He’s gonna get busted. Wait! Why is he rolling up the windows and what is he spraying!
“Hold on, mom. He’s walking up to my car now.”
Should I stay or should I go! I love that song! Oww damn…I’m getting lit up! I don’t know if it’s the weed or the spray but this is messing me up. Oh good. He rolled down the window a little bit.
I can’t stand these dudes in blue. These are the worse form of human.
“Good evening, officer."
Young blood look a little nervous. I would too if I had some reefer smells up in my rapper car. Now look at this other blue dude coming up on the other side! They crafty.
“How are you?”
Just stay calm, young blood. I wish I could coach you through this.
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Just fine. Just fine.”
Wait is that blue dude looking at me? Hey, I’m not with him! I’m just getting a quick lift. Let me move up to the visor so I can plan my exit from there. The window looks just low enough for me to squeeze out. Maybe I can distract one of the cops to create a diversionary for rapper JJ’s escape!
“May I have your registration and license, please?”
Ok. I’m just going to sit on the visor and make a quick…
Elizabeth, I’m coming to join ya!proverbial fly on the wall/car
I’m in the Wendy’s now. Just checking things out…trying to keep a low profile. Ever since I was kicked out of the colony for selling cone and pollenating one to many blooms, I come here from time to time to see what’s what and get me long hairy tongue on a chocolatey frosty. I’m addicted to those things! That and French fries. Well lookey, lookey! Today’s my lucky day! There’s a lady human over there stuffing her face hole with both…Hmmm…if I size it up just right…hahhaaa. Owww, and a Baconator!!! Uh-oh, she’s lowering that thing that I thought was attached to her head. Better move on. They usually start noticing me and get in a panic after they move that thing from their ear. What is that? Not all of them have one, but I notice some have something hang