Wyeuro I am so glad my suggestion helped you, and Hairy your dialogue is hilarious!
It was just what I needed to get me out of a slump.
I just finished 13,567 so I am good for today, but I hope to get ahead tomorrow a little bit since I don't have to work.
Here is some dialogue from my novel where my main character is remembering an incident with her horse. Critique is appreciated.
Due to his inherent appaloosa nature he has a habit of getting into things he shouldn’t. For instance the time he managed to disconnect the neighbor’s cable TV. The line had been nailed to a power pole and Byron thought it looked like an excellent pull toy. So he proceeded to rip the line off the pole and string it across the pasture. The funniest part of the incident was when the cable television repairman showed up on my doorstep with the oddest look on his face. I laugh out loud at the memory.
“Excuse me Mam, but the folks across the street said that you owned that horse in the pasture over there.”
The man was quite good looking and I made an attempt to smooth back my unruly hair from my face before I replied, “Oh yes, what may I do for you?”
“Well Mam, is he mean?” I couldn’t help giggling at the man. “Well not usually. Why what has he done this time?”
By this time the man’s face was beginning to turn a vibrant shade of red. “He took my damn tool belt and my tools and he won’t give them back!”
I grabbed my jacket and a lead rope off the coat rack and headed out the door. “I am so sorry. He really isn’t mean, he just gets bored and he can’t resist tools.”
When we arrived at the pasture, there stood Lord Byron looking quite smug with the tool belt still in his mouth. Defiantly he shook it, dropped it on the ground and took off running like the hounds of Hell were after him.
“Lord Byron, you get back here right now!” I yelled this at the top of my lungs, knowing full well that I wouldn’t see my horse until dinner time.
“Hey lady! I need my tools. I still have to nail this cable back up.”
“Hmmm, well in my opinion you might want to come up with a different plan for the wire because Byron will just pull it down again.”
The man looked at me with complete frustration in his eyes. I could see there wouldn’t be any dating in our future. “Look Lady, I will handle that part. Just find my tools!”
As I jog home I grin at the memory. Angelique’s home for dysfunctional animals has a nice ring to it. Oh well, it isn’t as if they are not in good company. After all, look at their misfit owner.
"The Way itself is a strengthening of spirit, a growing closer to the balance that governs the world. Progress is slow along the Way, but every step of the journey is like a note in the oldest tune of all. When you have the tune complete, you complete yourself." from Moonheart by Charles De Lint