As a new writer, I had (have) a great deal of doubt about whether I could actually write a story.

I mean, from my days in high school English class, I knew I could write descriptive scenes. And even if I thought so myself, those scenes were pretty fair. But dialog? Ugh. Not dialog. Anything but dialog.

I imagined myself churning out highly stilted, robotic speech.

“Could you please pass the butter? Twilight.”
“Yes. Here it is. Mike.”
“Nice weather we are having today. Twilight.”

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