On Writing Dialogue That Sounds Natural

Dialogue is the exhalation of written language.

Writers reveal things about characters through dialogue—not just by what they say, but by how they say it. Everyday speech is typically associated with half-finished thoughts, pauses, and meandering tangents. A writer must have a finely tuned inner ear for language—one that captures the essence of real speech and translates it onto the page without making it sound like a mere transcription.

A well-tuned ear works like a Babel fish, interpreting the pauses and subtext of spoken language into something that feels authentic but remains intentional and readable.

“Well-written dialogue,” writes screenwriter Aaron Sorkin, “is the way people wish they could talk.” It is refined, sharpened, and layered with meaning.

Great dialogue is as much about what’s not said as what is. Tennessee Williams mastered this in A Streetcar Named Desire, where Blanche DuBois never declares her fear of aging and irrelevance—yet every line she delivers carries the weight of her desperation.

“The most important thing in dialogue is not what is said but what is meant.” — Peter Brook

A conversation on the page should always have an underlying current—something bubbling beneath the words. Each character should have their own distinct voice. If you remove the phrases that indicate who is speaking from a conversation in your story, can you still identify the speakers? If not, your characters may be blending together.

I read plays to absorb the music of refined dialogue. Writers can also crowdsource dialogue, eavesdropping on conversations in coffee shops and writing down snippets of chitchat that tickle the ear. I’ll rewrite those fragments, cleaning them up so they still feel genuine. I also summarize social media comments from distinct voices and rewrite them, which is another form of theft, but I revise to make it my own.

Exceptional dialogue comes from elevating the raw material of ordinary speech.

Being a student of conversation and playing with dialogue on the page will give your characters voices that are expressive, engaging, and dynamic.

On Wordplay, Puns, and Playful Prose

Words have rhythm, texture, personality. They can whisper or thunder, stretch like melted cheese or snap like a twig beneath the misstep of a clumsy ninja apprentice. Sometimes, words just want to play.

Some writers wield language like Sweeney Todd, slicing through ambiguity with precision. Others treat it like a border collie on an agility course, leaping from syllable to syllable, twisting and tumbling until words land in unexpected places.

Take alliteration. Vladimir Nabokov famously begins Lolita with an invocation of sound:

“Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.”

There’s something delightful about the way the syllables sing in that sentence. Inspired by that playfulness, I once wrote an article about the human hand, calling it “the adroit acrobat of anthropic anatomy” and describing its “flexible fingers that flutter with finesse in fantastic feats of dexterity.”

Is it too much alliteration? Maybe. But does it make the reader feel something different than a straightforward description of the hand? Absolutely.

Then there are puns. Oscar Wilde once quipped,

“Work is the curse of the drinking classes.”

Shakespeare wove puns into Hamlet, Twelfth Night, and Romeo and Juliet, making them both tragic and comedic devices.

Wordplay is the beginning of cleverness but also a tool of subversion. It makes a reader pause, laugh, or see something from a new angle. It lightens dark subjects, sharpens satire, and makes prose more alive.

In my own writing, I use wordplay sparingly, strategically. I try not to overdo it, but I want each page to contain something surprising amid straightforward prose—something that grabs the reader’s attention.

Try playing with assonance. Insert double entendres. Invent portmanteau words like blunderstand (to completely misinterpret something in an embarrassingly obvious way) and procrastibaking (to bake as a means of avoiding responsibilities).

Shakespeare, Nabokov, and Wilde knew that language is elastic. It bends, stretches, and reshapes itself to fit meaning—but only when a writer dares to play. Have fun!

On Cultivating Other Writers As Friends

Writing flourishes in a supportive community.

When I say “cultivating” other writers as friends, I mean both acquiring and nurturing those relationships.

Writing is a solitary endeavor—just you, the page, and your thoughts. But writers cannot thrive in total isolation. Having other writers as friends is not just beneficial—it’s essential. They provide insight, encouragement, and a shared understanding of the writing life that non-writers simply can’t offer.

Jordan Rosenfeld, author of How to Write a Page-Turner and Fallout, was asked in Writer’s Digest what she can’t live without in her writing life. She answered:

“Other writers, both as friends and critique partners, and for the books they write. I recommend this too, because it’s not wise to rely on our spouses or family members or non-writing friends. As for other writers-as-authors, they teach me and entertain me. I read voraciously and widely and am always learning something about my own craft as I go.”

Writers have a unique perspective on written language. They obsess over sentence structure, argue about Oxford commas, and analyze character arcs and narrative tension. A good writer friend understands why we agonize over a single paragraph. They’ll listen to our story ideas, help us untangle plot problems, and tell us the radically honest truth—kindly but firmly—when something isn’t working.

Beyond critique, writer friends offer motivation. Writing can be lonely and discouraging. Self-doubt lurks in the creases of every turn of the page. A supportive community reminds you that struggling with a draft doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re writing. Other writers celebrate your wins, commiserate over rejections, and push you to keep going.

And then there’s reading. Writers need to read widely, and writer friends introduce us to books we might never pick up otherwise. They expand our understanding of craft, inspire new ideas, and remind us why storytelling matters in the first place.

Cultivating friendships with writers isn’t just about networking, it’s about camaraderie.

Writing is a long road trip, and it’s better traveled with company.

On Writing To Keep From Forgetting

Memory isn’t a recording—it’s reconstruction.

Whenever a writer recalls a memory, the brain rewires it. This process, known as memory reconsolidation, means that memories are not retrieved in their original form but reassembled each time they are accessed. This makes memory vulnerable to distortion, omission, and even fabrication.

Our brains don’t store memories like a digital archive; they reconstruct them from fragments, filling in gaps with assumptions and contextual clues. This is why two people can recollect the same event differently—they’ve reconstructed the memory with different missing pieces.

Emotion plays a significant role in memory stability. Highly emotional experiences are more likely to be remembered vividly due to the amygdala’s influence on encoding. But that vividness doesn’t guarantee accuracy—it only makes us more confident in what we recall, whether or not it’s true.

That’s why it’s important to jot down memories quickly—before nostalgia or time distorts details, before they morph into wishful embellishment. Revision inevitably alters how we frame the past, and great writers have always known that memory is a story we tell ourselves. Writing shapes that story as much as remembering does.

If we don’t write down our memories before our brain rewires them, we risk rewriting them.

And since good writing comes from rewriting and revision, here is an effective way to keep the past intact while allowing it to evolve:

1. Write a first draft and spill out details exactly as you recall them. Let it be raw, unfiltered, and unpolished.

2. Make a copy to revise. Now, you can shape the narrative, refine language, rearrange structure, and emphasize meaning over strict accuracy.

The original draft remains a preserved artifact of how you initially remembered something.

This is especially useful if you’re fictionalizing real experiences. Memoir and fiction serve different masters—one strives for truth, the other for emotional resonance.

Neuroscience tells us that memory is fluid. Writing makes it tangible.

If we want to capture truth before it shifts, we must write—and then rewrite—with intention.

On Writing Without Waiting for Perfection

Perfection is fiction—writing is revision.

There’s a paradox in writing: the only way to get better is to write. But self-doubt can keep you from starting.

Many writers hesitate when the words aren’t quite right—when an idea feels incomplete. They don’t want to write something bad so they wait. Writers tinker with first sentences, convincing themselves they will write more sentences when they’re ready. This is a prison sentence.

Perfection is an illusion—no first draft is flawless. Writing well starts with writing adequately. Sometimes these early attempts are populated with the darlings that Stephen King advises us to kill, but most great books and brilliant short stories began as something unfinished, messy, and imperfect.

Anne Lamott calls perfectionism “the voice of the opressor.”

“It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft.”

Salman Rushdie believes it is a kind of stasis and could not possibly be the goal of art.

“Instead, imperfection made meaning possible, made story possible, made life possible.”

And Bradbury compared early drafts to vomiting on the page. Just get it all out so you have something to work with later.

Writers who do the work and do it well begin to succeed when they are willing to embrace imperfection. They accept that a first draft isn’t meant to be good. They understand they can revise a flawed page but they can’t revise a blank one.

“There’s a crack in everything,” says Leonard Cohen, “that’s how the light gets in.”

So, give yourself permission to write mediocre sentences. Let clichés enter your train of thought and spread their legs on the subway seat. Let it be awkward, rambling, incomplete. Revision will fix it later. But the words have to manifest first.

If you sit down to write and hear that critical voice whispering, This isn’t good enough, remind yourself: it doesn’t have to be. You don’t have to write something perfect.

You just have to write.

On Writing What Fascinates You Most

Writing is an Act of Discovery

Forget the advice to write what you know. If writers only stuck to personal experience, we’d have no science fiction, no fantasy epics, and no historical fiction exploring distant times and places. Mary Shelley wasn’t a scientist reanimating corpses, and Jules Verne never journeyed 20,000 leagues under the sea. What united these visionaries was something more powerful: an insatiable curiosity for ideas that transcended their reality.

More important than writing what you know is writing what fascinates you. What makes you lean forward in a conversation? What do you research obsessively, just for the pure joy of learning? These interests are where your most compelling writing will emerge—not from cautiously staying within the boundaries of personal experience, but from the exhilarating journey of discovery.

Ray Bradbury wrote that imagination should be the center of your life. His stories were drawn from childhood fascinations that never dimmed—rockets piercing the darkness of space, mysterious carnivals arriving in the night. His imagination infused every page, and because he was utterly enthralled by his subjects, generations of readers have been captivated too.

The best narratives often emerge when writers follow their interests down unexpected pathways. Diana Gabaldon never intended to write historical fiction—until watching a Doctor Who episode featuring a Scottish character ignited her imagination. That spark grew into the Outlander series, a time-traveling epic that spans centuries and continents.

Consider J.R.R. Tolkien, whose profound obsession with ancient languages and Norse mythology was so strong it couldn’t be bound by academia. That passion birthed an entire world—Middle-earth—complete with its own languages, histories, and mythologies.

In this context, research transforms from tedious homework into a thrilling treasure hunt. If you find yourself intrigued by 18th-century pirates, the bizarre realities of quantum physics, or the secretive practices of medieval alchemists, follow those interests wherever they lead.

So don’t limit yourself to what you already know. Write what ignites your curiosity, and you’ll never run out of stories to tell.

On Overcoming Obstacles And Simply Writing

Discipline, not excuses, makes a writer.

If you think writing is too difficult—that you don’t have time or aren’t in the mood—consider this incredible story of a Parisian journalist who wrote under inconceivable circumstances.

“In the imagination and dreams of people who are cut off from the world, words are ballet dancers.” —Jean-Dominique Bauby

Jean-Dominique Bauby, an editor at Elle magazine, thrived in the fast-paced, glam world of fashion and media. Then, at 43, the lifestyle he cherished vanished in an instant. A massive stroke left him with locked-in syndrome—fully conscious but completely paralyzed, unable to speak or even breathe without assistance. The only part of his body he could control was his left eyelid.

That single functioning eyelid became his writing tool. A transcriber named Claude Mendibil would hold up a card with the alphabet, pointing at the letters in order of frequency in the French language. When she reached the letter he wanted, he blinked. Letter by letter, over two months, blinking three hours a day, he composed The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—an extraordinary memoir of imagination and memory. Some 200,000 blinks in total.

“In my head I churn over every sentence ten times, delete a word, add an adjective, and learn my text by heart, paragraph by paragraph.” (JDB)

Most writers’ obstacles pale in comparison. Yet, self-doubt, procrastination, and perfectionism paralyze us just as effectively. But writing doesn’t wait for perfection. Writing happens in imperfect conditions.

Whenever I feel like writing is too much of a chore or when I don’t have the “right mindset,” I think about this remarkable writer. Bauby had every reason not to write. He could have surrendered to despair, to the impossibility of his condition, but he refused to pity himself.

If you’re tired, write badly. If you’re uninspired, write something meaningless. If you’re busy, steal five minutes. The writer who writes imperfectly still moves forward; the one who doesn’t write at all stays stuck.

Jean-Dominique Bauby wrote under unimaginable circumstances. What’s stopping you?

On Being A Writer By Writing

“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.” –Thomas Mann

Every writer, at some point, faces the question: Am I really a writer? The answer lies in action, not contemplation: Writers write. Not when inspiration strikes, not when they feel like it, but as a daily discipline. Writing isn’t an occasional burst of creativity—it’s a practice.

Gail Sher’s first noble truth for writers is simple: Writers write. If you write, you’re a writer. If you don’t, you’re not. Professional writers don’t wait for perfect moments; they know waiting is futile. The real work happens in the act of putting words on the page—whether brilliant, mediocre, or terrible.

Great writers understand this discipline. Ernest Hemingway wrote every morning until midday, advising to “work every day” regardless of circumstance. Stephen King produces 2,000 words daily, seven days a week. Haruki Murakami rises at 4 a.m. and works for five to six hours straight, maintaining this schedule for months during a project. “The repetition itself becomes the important thing,” he explained. Joan Didion begins her day by reviewing the previous day’s work, creating continuity and momentum. Toni Morrison wrote in the predawn hours while raising children alone and working full-time, proving that constraints often foster creativity rather than hinder it. Octavia Butler pinned a note above her desk reading:

Tell stories you want to read. Keep writing. Keep writing. Keep writing.

The secret is treating writing as a non-negotiable commitment. Marathon writing sessions aren’t necessary—just consistent time. Thirty minutes, an hour, whatever you can dedicate to your craft each day builds your writing foundation. Show up and write, even when every word feels like extraction. This habit distinguishes working writers from dreamers.

And here’s the reward: Writing generates more writing. The more you do it, the easier it becomes. Some days, words flow effortlessly; other days, they emerge reluctantly. But what matters isn’t quality—it’s presence. If you write, you’re a writer. It truly is that simple.

Vespa’s Unlikely Triumph in the 1951 Sei Giorni Internazionale di Varese

Ah, the 1950s in Italia—a time when the nation was rising from the ashes of war and embracing a new era of prosperità. The streets of her cities buzzed with energia and ottimismo in this period known as the miracolo economico italiano, a time marked by rapid industrial growth and an explosion of cultural expression. It was the moment when filmmaker Federico Fellini was beginning to shape Italian cinema with his distinctive voice, and actors like Gina Lollobrigida, Marcello Mastroianni, and Sophia Loren, became symbols of Italian style and sofisticazione—their names synonymous with la dolce vita, the sweet life that Italy had rediscovered after bitter years of conflict.

In this fertile landscape, cinema italiano blossomed, with the master gardener Fellini tending to its most exquisite blooms. His visionario films, infused with surrealismo and a touch of the carnivalesque, flickered across the silver screen, captivating audiences with their dreamlike narratives and imagery that Gore Vidal once described as “nothing short of extraordinary . . . each frame a carefully crafted piece of art.”

Gina Lollobrigida, riding a Vespa, became a symbol of Italian beauty and elegance, as shown here when she attended the Great Film Garden Party at Morden Hall Park in Surrey in 1952, arriving on a Vespa to promote an Italian Film Festival.

Amid this sociale and culturale backdrop, a modest campione (champion) emerged from the Piaggio factory—the Vespa scooter. Born out of the necessity for cost-effective transportation in post-war Italy, the Vespa quickly became a symbol of modernità, resilienza, and libertà. Its sleek disegno (design) and practicality won the hearts of many, but it would soon prove to the world that it was more than just a bella faccia (pretty face).

The name Vespa, meaning “wasp” in Italian, was inspired by the scooter’s distintivo disegno and buzzing sound. Enrico Piaggio, upon seeing the prototype, remarked that its narrow waist and wide rear resembled a wasp, thus christening it Vespa, which aptly captured its nimble nature. Moreover, the scooter’s compact and efficient design made it perfetto for navigating the narrow, bustling streets of Italian cities. It also offered an affordable and elegante way for Italians to experience freedom, forge a new identità, and escape memories of wartime scarcity and rationing.

The Vespa was not just transportation but a catalyst for social rejuvenation and a brighter, more connected future. After the fall of Mussolini’s oppressive rule, Italians were eager to break free from the stifling social constraints of fascismo and the Vespa symbolized a new era of social growth, encouraging people to connect more freely and openly as they rebuilt their communities and participated in a cultural revolution that celebrated creatività and innovazione.

The original Vespa 98 produced in 1946.

This brings me to the main subject of this story. In the summer of 1951, from September 18-23, the town of Varese in Northern Italy hosted the Sei Giorni Internazionale di Varese, also known as the International Six Days Enduro (ISDE). This grueling event was also known as the “Olympics of motorcycling,” and it tested the endurance of riders and the durability of their machines over six days of off-road racing. Typically, motociclette designed for rugged terrains were the usual contenders, roaring through the challenging courses with their powerful engines and robust frames. However, Piaggio decided to raid the picnic with an unlikely entrant—a Vespa scooter. However, this was no ordinary scooter.

The Vespa 125 Sei Giorni was a specially modified scoot, tailored to meet the estremo demands of the race. Engineers at Piaggio equipped it with più grande (larger) fuel tanks for extended range, promising it could cover long distanze without frequent refueling stops. They reinforced the suspension to handle the rough, uneven terrains that would have easily rattled apart a standard scooter. Additional tweaks included strengthening the chassis and enhancing the engine’s performance to withstand the relentless strain of six days of intense racing. The team of riders, handpicked for their skill and tenacity, were ready to challenge the status quo, determined to prove that a humble scooter could compete with the mightiest of motociclette in one of the toughest motociclismo events in the world.

As the race began, spectators and competitors watched in amazement as the Vespa scooters tackled the rugged trails with surprising agility. Usually seen zipping through cobblestone streets, these sleek scooters climbing rocky hills and splashing through muddy paths was both bewildering and inspiring. The Vespa riders, with their characteristic Italian flair, approached the race with a mix of determinazione and nonchalance, embodying the spirit of post-war Italiaresilienza, innovazione e stile.

The Vespa team’s performance was mind-boggling as they confounded expectations by winning nine gold medals, stunning the motorcycling world. The successo of the Vespa 125 Sei Giorni cemented the Vespa’s reputazione, not only as an urban icon but as a macchina capable of much more. It inspired future models and modern iterations like the Vespa Sei Giorni 300, which pays homage to the original’s daring spirit and classic design.

In the end, the 1951 Sei Giorni Internazionale di Varese was more than just a race. It was a celebration of resilienza, innovazione, and the sheer gioia of overcoming the odds. It reminded the world that even in the face of daunting challenges, a little bit of style and a great deal of determinazione can lead to extraordinary achievements. Just as Italy was rebuilding and reimagining itself in the post-war era, the Vespa scooter raced into history, proving that even the most unexpected contenders could become campioni.

As the 1950s continued, Italy’s cultural renaissance blossomed. Fellini, with films like La Strada and La Dolce Vita, defined cinema italiano, projecting Italy’s newfound vibrancy and creativity to the world.

The Vespa, rooted in this era, became an enduring symbol of that golden age.

Harlan Ellison vs the Radar Angels

Gandalf’s Den in the Atrium Building hosted an autograph party for Harlan Ellison today, ahead of his Thursday evening speaking engagement at the EMU Ballroom, an event sponsored by the Eugene chapter of the campaign to elect John Anderson for President. I joined the campaign as a volunteer because I’m a sixteen year old sci-fi freak and I wanted to meet the dark prince of American letters. I was surprised to see that Ellison was several inches shorter than me and my hope to befriend him died the minute I realized he’d probabaly dismiss me as just a kid teenager with a pedestrian taste in literature.

Ellison had a carry-on luggage bag on rollers filled with numbered editions of his new book, “Shatterday,” which was a collection of sixteen short stories due to be published at the end of the month. The book features his Hugo and Nebula award-winning story, “Jeffty Is Five,” which I’d read in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Mike Stamm, who worked at Gandalf’s Den, was tasked with the job of interviewing Ellison for the Oregon Daily Emerald, but the curmudgeon who said that Star Wars was a halfwit Wild West adventure in outer space couldn’t be corralled long enough for a one-on-one sit-down, so Mike had to cobble together an article from Ellison’s bookstore appearance.

I wish I could say that I was enamored by Ellison’s brilliance and wit, but to me he came off as a conceited jerk and a grumpy nitpicker, dumping on science fiction readers for using the term “sci-fi” and saying the genre was mostly junk. The more he spoke, the more I was left with the same feeling I had when I met R. Crumb and he criticized me for reading Spider-Man comics. Suddenly, a group of women marched into the shop like an angry mob of Transylvanian villagers chanting, “Fee Fi Fo Fum, we want the blood of an Ellison!” It was the Radar Angels.

~ Eugene, Oregon – October 17, 1980