Sometimes I read scenes in my manuscripts and think, “Um … no. Something isn’t working.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
He looked around the dark neighborhood and lowered his voice, as if someone might be listening even this early in the morning. “Please don’t make me say something that’s just going to hurt you. Let’s leave this alone, okay?”
I planted my hands on my hips. “You know that’s never going to happen.”
Connor paced the width of the sidewalk. “I’m such an idiot.” He tugged at his hair. “Why did I tell you I think you’re beautiful?”
“I already knew you thought that.”
He didn’t say anything, just continued pacing.
“So . . . what now?”
He stopped moving, looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what happens now?”
“We’re friends. Best friends.”
I clamped my teeth over my lower lip. “I don’t understand. If you’re attracted to me, then what’s the problem? Is it my mom?”
“No.”
“Jodi?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what?”
Irritation seeped into his voice. “Stop pushing, okay?”
“I won’t. I want you to tell me, honestly, why you won’t date me.”
Connor’s hands raked through his hair over and over. Finally, he said, “As a favor to me, I’m begging you to not make me discuss this anymore.”
“I’m a tough girl, I can take it.”
And here’s the same scene, but the internal perspective has been added (in bold):
“I’m not scared.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
He looked around the dark neighborhood and lowered his voice, as if someone might be listening even this early in the morning. “Please don’t make me say something that’s just going to hurt you. Let’s leave this alone, okay?”
I planted my hands on my hips. “You know that’s never going to happen.”
Connor paced the width of the sidewalk. “I’m such an idiot.” He tugged at his hair. “Why did I tell you I think you’re beautiful?”
“I already knew you thought that.”
He didn’t say anything, just continued pacing. I tried to be patient, but I had limits. “So . . . what now?”
He stopped moving, looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what happens now?”
“We’re friends. Best friends.”
I clamped my teeth over my lower lip until I knew I could speak without crying. This was embarrassing enough without an emotional breakdown. “I don’t understand. If you’re attracted to me, then what’s the problem? Is it my mom?”
“No.”
“Jodi?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what?”
Irritation seeped into his voice. “Stop pushing, okay?”
“I won’t. I want you to tell me, honestly, why you won’t date me.”
Connor’s hands raked through his hair over and over. Finally, he said, “As a favor to me, I’m begging you to not make me discuss this anymore.”
“I’m a tough girl, I can take it.” But Connor knew how soft I was inside.
In heavy action scenes (yes, dialogue counts!) the trick is to sprinkle in enough internal elements to enhance, but not slow the pace.
Next week we’ll talk about the internal and external of the story as a whole.
Have a great weekend, guys!