Good people all, d'ye know what you could do for my birthday? Order a copy of Salt and Silver by my beloved elder daughter, Katherine Juliana.
It's her first novel, and I'm intensely proud of her (for all that she hasn't allowed me to read it, and didn't mention that she'd written it until after it sold.....)
What a sweet dad you are! And so supportive too even when she left you out of the loop. You must be so proud of her. Congrats to both of you.Good people all, d'ye know what you could do for my birthday? Order a copy of Salt and Silver by my beloved elder daughter, Katherine Juliana.
It's her first novel, and I'm intensely proud of her (for all that she hasn't allowed me to read it, and didn't mention that she'd written it until after it sold.....)
Hmmm, I wonder if "I know it sounds like a line from a Newberry Award winner, but..." would work.
No, I don't think so. The characters can not be aware that they're in a work of art.
No, I don't think so. The characters can not be aware that they're in a work of art.
He yelled across the room "Don't go there!" Or would it be better to write: "Don't go there!" He said looking at Sam across the room.
"The green ones don't taste any better," Joe advised.
"In your opinion," Sam babbled. He was sorting the green M&Ms into a separate pile.
"Do you have to do that?" Joe commented. "It's crazy." The tic-tic-tic sound of M&Ms landing on the pile was the loudest sound in their apartment. It had been quiet ever since Mandy moved out.
"Crazy? Who are you calling crazy?" Sam emphasized. "I wasn't the one who spent his entire teenage years in the laughing academy."
"My parents had me committed because Dad lost his job and they couldn't afford to keep me," Joe grinned. "There wasn't anything wrong with me."
Tic! An M&M fell off the table and rolled across the floor. Sam watched it go.
"I think I'll call my Mom," Joe expressed after a moment.
"What are you going to call her?" Sam grunted.
"Don't go there," Joe yelled.
No, I don't think so. The characters can not be aware that they're in a work of art.
My favorite is still:
"Shut up," I explained.
Are you lost daddy I arsked tenderly.
Shut up he explained.
From The Young Immigrunts by Ring Lardner, Jr. (probably actually by Ring Lardner, Sr.--written as a parody of The Young Visiters by Daisy Ashford, which was a hit the previous year.)