Dialogue with Jack Cholmondeley

I was never

one for dialogue.

No one talked

in my early work,

and the plot

didn’t move much

either.

Usually,

I’d describe scenes

in vivid detail;

my first book

had a ten-page chapter

about the dream

a girl

had

the night

her mother died.

That book

is no longer

for sale.

But now I’ve turned

full circle;

I’ve gone dialogue-heavy

and I ought to

pay attention

to my surroundings.

I also have

a complex;

people frown

and sigh

and take

big gulps

of coffee.

I think

I over-egged

the pudding.

Anyway,

I wrote a line

of dialogue

and it might be

my best line

yet.

You won’t believe

what Jack Cholmondeley

said.