How to Improve My Dialogue?
Question by l?t’? ???t? t? ???t??: How to improve my dialogue?
I’m writing a scene in my novel and I need some help. It seems empty after they speak, like not much writing (if you know what I’m saying?) and I don’t know what to write. Could you help please? So you aren’t totally confused, I’ll explain the scene a little. It’s basically about this young lady who is seeing a therapist (this is her first session) because her mum thinks she is an out of control alcoholic. Also, the main character is suppose to be this independent, strong woman, who doesn’t let people mess with her. But, in this scene (there is more to it) when the main character back chats the therapist it makes her sound more like a spoilt brat than an independent woman. So how could I change that? Okay, here is the scene:
“You are self-concious,” she said, but it didn’t sound like a question more than a statement. The therapist pushed her glasses, that were tilting down the bridge of her nose, and started looking me up and down, scruntinizing me. I didn’t like that, but I did my best to keep my mouth shut.
“Enough talk about me,” I said, not denying her statement or agreeing to it. “Aren’t you going to teach me how to be a better person and not an alcoholic?”
“You say the word ‘alcoholic’ like you aren’t one.”
I knew disagreeing with her would be like talking to a brick wall. All she cared about was her own opinion. Hell, she didn’t even care about my problems. She just wanted money like everyone else in the world.
“Enough talk about me,” I repeated. She’d had her share of questions, so now it was my turn. I was innocently curious about her, but most of all I wanted to drag the attention away from me. I ridiculously felt very uncomfortable being under the spotlight. “And more talk about you.”
“Me?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Yes you,” I smiled for the first time in the session. The tables have turned, missy. This is going to be fun, I thought. Miss. Risso The Therapist. “So, what’s your name?”
“Mrs. Mudge, Kate Mudge.”
“Do you have parent issues?” I quoted her question. I felt the corners of my mouth twitching and grow into a smirk as I wondered what she would say.
“No, my parents and I communicate a lot and often spend a lot of time with each other,” she replied, her face blank and emotionless.
“Sure, sure,” I scoffed.
“No-” she started.
“Katie, no one is perfect!” I felt like I was the one giving her the therapy, and she sure did need it. She thought I had problems. Well, she had problems admitting to things. I felt so mad and right then I knew that I’d had enough.
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Answer by Jash
honestly, i like it
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