Announcements and Reminders:
Have your book ready to go to the printers and binders by Thursday, May 4.
Targets for Today:
I can correctly write interesting dialogue.
I can edit my work to make it "publishing" worthy.
Create a dialogue between two characters from completely different stories, books, or shows.
Write at least six lines.
“. . . in fiction, conversation must be a skillful shorthand which suggests, but seldom fully states, the ups and downs, the hems and haws of spoken language.”
Allis McKay in “How to Break Up a Conversation.” The Writer’s Digest Guide to Good Writing.
Cincinnati, Ohio: Writer’s Digest Books, 1994, 123.
About Dialogue --
Punctuate these statements or bits of conversation (dialogue):
1. The teacher said In this class there will be no talking, chewing, breathing, unnecessary eye movements, or tap dancing
2. I questioned Are you up on the furniture again you bad dog Get down now
3. I just finished reading The Lost Hero she remarked
So what did you think of it I asked
It was excellent she exclaimed
I agreed I loved it too
4. I wish today were Friday she said I’ve been looking forward to it for months now
How come he asked
Because finally I’m supposed to get my braces taken off. At least that’s what my orthodontist promised
Checking Punctuating Dialogue
Lab 224 -- Finish up Children's books.
Surprised By Blue
Surprised By Blue
The bright fall sun
cascaded through pinholes
in the familiar canopy of trees.
I trotted along stepping in and out
of worn tire tracks lined with fiery leaves.
My mother followed, camera ready.
When we reached the pond's edge,
wind was catching the water
and throwing ripples across its surface.
But the trees encircling the pond
had already shed their fall leaves.
Now the leaves lined the edges of the pond
with pure brilliance.
The photo opportunity was lost.
We stood together in silence
until something blue
perched on a tall bowing branch
caught my eye.
My mother whistled too soon,
trying to catch his attention.
He lifted his head
and extended his long neck.
Our eyes met.
He stared blackly for a split second
before spreading his enormous wings
and soaring over the pond,
blue against blue.
by Tyler Reny (a student) -- from Nancie Atwell's Lessons That Change Writers
“It was a cold grey day in late November. The weather had changed overnight, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon the pallor of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist.”
"The idiosyncrasy of this town is smoke. It rolls sullenly in slow folds from the great chimneys of the iron-foundries, and settles down in black, slimy pools on the muddy streets. Smoke on the wharves, smoke on the dingy boats, on the yellow river--clinging in a coating of greasy soot to the house-front, the two faded poplars, the faces of the passers-by.”
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
A Room with a View by E.M. Forster
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