Hope To The Horizon said:
Thanks for the advice. I think I'll use brackets for now, since it's easier to type, but I'll discuss changing the font with the editor, assuming I ever actually get published.
Or maybe I will use a different font in the MS. Either way would work. At least now I see some good options that are distinct without being overtly distracting.
That's how I started, too. What you're going to discover, however, is that it's REALLY difficult to make it obvious in a mixed narrative/dialogue paragraph where there is ALSO internal thought. For example, from our August release:
"Did you say something, Herr Monier?" Kommissar Reiner said, his mouth curled slightly in disdain. "Are you ready to make your identification of
your cat?"
Antoine drummed his fingers on the table sharply.
If I could only talk to the tiger — make her understand what was at stake . . . y
es, perhaps. He turned fast and reached for the doorknob, startling the inspector. "One moment, Kommissar. I’ve forgotten . . . my . . . uh, I’ll be right back!"
He raced outside and pressed outward quickly with his waning magic. The tiger was directly under him.
<Tahira, please listen to me. We don’t have much time.>
No response. But he could smell her fear, just behind the bars of the window.
<Tahira of the Hayalet Kabile. I am Antoine Monier of the Sazi. Will you please speak to me? You are in great danger.>
Another roar, powerful and haughty. <You need not worry about me, Sazi. I will end my own life before the humans see me in my day form.>
<This doesn’t have to happen, Tahira. I can help you. I’ve convinced the police that you’re one of
my tigers. But I need your cooperation..>
A snort of derision, but hope was replacing the fear.
<And who are you that you believe you can own a tiger?>
Antoine walked out toward the van. A pair of pigeons pecking at gravel exploded into the air just as he reached the door. He managed to stop himself from unconsciously leaping into the air after them as the Kommissar called his name. "One moment, Kommissar." <It’s a complicated story, Tahira. But I and my cats entertain in shows all over the world. One of my tigers, Simon, was killed in the woods where you were held. But I have another Bengal named Babette. She just had kittens. I’ve convinced them that you are Babette.>
Her voice sounded suspicious but intrigued. <But even a human can tell the difference between a nursing and non-nursing tiger. Uhm . . .can’t they?>
Not always. Antoine opened the van door and reached inside to grab a clipboard. He flipped his long braid back before swinging the door closed. He smiled and paced quickly along the edge of the carefully cleared walkway, expanding on his daring plan.
It's not TOO difficult to follow so long as it doesn't go on for pages (which mine does), but compare that to:
"Did you say something, Herr Monier?" Kommissar Reiner said, his mouth curled slightly in disdain. "Are you ready to make your identification of
your cat?"
Antoine drummed his fingers on the table sharply.
If I could only talk to the tiger — make her understand what was at stake... y
es, perhaps. He turned fast and reached for the doorknob, startling the inspector. "One moment, Kommissar. I’ve forgotten . . . my . . . uh, I’ll be right back!"
He raced outside and pressed outward quickly with his waning magic. The tiger was directly under him.
Tahira, please listen to me. We don’t have much time.
No response. But he could smell her fear, just behind the bars of the window.
Tahira of the Hayalet Kabile. I am Antoine Monier of the Sazi. Will you please speak to me? You are in great danger.
Another roar, powerful and haughty.
You need not worry about me, Sazi. I will end my own life before the humans see me in my day form.
This doesn’t have to happen, Tahira. I can help you. I’ve convinced the police that you’re one of my tigers. But I need your cooperation.
A snort of derision, but hope was replacing the fear.
And who are you that you believe you can own a tiger?
Antoine walked out toward the van. A pair of pigeons pecking at gravel exploded into the air just as he reached the door. He managed to stop himself from unconsciously leaping into the air after them as the Kommissar called his name. "One moment, Kommissar."
It’s a complicated story, Tahira. But I and my cats entertain in shows all over the world. One of my tigers, Simon, was killed in the woods where you were held. But I have another Bengal named Babette. She just had kittens. I’ve convinced them that you are Babette.
Her voice sounded suspicious but intrigued.
But even a human can tell the difference between a nursing and non-nursing tiger. Uhm . . .can’t they?
Not always. Antoine opened the van door and reached inside to grab a clipboard. He flipped his long braid back before swinging the door closed. He smiled and paced quickly along the edge of the carefully cleared walkway, expanding on his daring plan.
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Again, JMHO. Good luck with it!