I realised long ago that dialogue is my thing. Unfortunately, you can’t write a novel with nothing but dialogue.* That would be a play – and I don’t want to write plays.
So I struggle on with the descriptive bits that go between the conversations. They provide a necessary variation in the pace and delivery method of information, but I have to fight the urge to bang out a scant paragraph and return to the reams of dialogue that flow far more easily from by brain, through my fingers, and onto the page.
I did read something helpful recently, though, and am trying to keep it in mind. It was an Oliver Burkeman column in The Guardian magazine. He was talking about a forthcoming book by the psychologist Steven Pinker, The Sense of Style.
He quotes Pinker as saying: “When you write, you should pretend that you, the writer, see something in the world that’s interesting, and that you’re directing the attention of your reader to that thing.”
Sound advice – the only problem is that what I tend to see, and be interested in, is people talking!
*Actually, Nicholson Baker did back in the early 90s. It’s called Vox, is about phone sex and, perhaps surprisingly for someone who has such trouble writing sex scenes (see my novel Tandem), I seem to remember enjoying it.
PS: The illustration is from Oliver Burkeman’s column and is by Chris Madden.