… you’ve ever been caught “rehearsing” for your writing?
You know what I mean. Sometimes, you just have to act it out, right? Tell me I’m not the only one who practices bits of dialogue (both sides of the conversation) just to see how it’ll sound.
No, seriously. Tell me.
Because I can’t be the only nut who tries to figure out how each character is standing, what gestures the speaker will use, what expression will be on the listener’s face …
So, one night, I take the dog outside to do her business, and I wait on the deck while she runs down to the yard. I’ve been contemplating a scene where my character and his love interest are standing on a balcony, leaning on the railing. He's at his lowest point; she's talking to him – and there’s a spontaneous, impulsive, he-has-nothing-more-to-lose kiss. I was trying to figure out the logistics of it, height differential, where their arms would be … you get it.
It was a dark night, a cloudy sky with no stars and no moon. Really pitch black out. And nobody could see me. I was alone, right? I practice out the whole dialogue; I move my arm; I turn my head.
Suddenly, there’s a presence beside me, a weight on the railing, and I get kissed!
A big, wet, sloppy dog kiss.
And Sorcia, with her front paws on the railing, just grins at me.
Maybe it’s no coincidence I never used that scene in my story.
So, come on. Make me feel better! Has it ever happened to you?