Besides people asking me about my writing and if I can help them with ideas to start their books, they ask me how to write dialogue.
The latter question, how to write dialogue, reminds me of a job offer from a studio in the film industry.
“To enliven the action, we need good dialogues,” The producer said.
I felt ready for the task. However, as it turned out, the production was for a pornographic movie. How would it be possible for me to enliven the action through dialogue in that specific scenario?
Oh, well. The subject is not my forte, so I declined the offer.
Yet, there are some points to consider in writing dialogue.

To all my fellow writers.
Have you grown as a writer?
If you answer yes to this question, I congratulate you.
If your answer is negative, you are not alone in this journey.
To help you and myself, I came up with some hints while writing my stories. I hope these hints will allow us to pave the road to writing that coveted bestseller. I invite you to bring your suggestions and kind and positive comments. Remember that we are all on a crusade to become better writers and persons.

Say that you, the writer, are writing about a character you have just created.

Say, it is a girl.

The girl must be alive. That's what we must achieve as writers. Give life to our characters. I mean, how real is a real person? It depends on what you want to achieve. What is the girl's role in your book? Still, you must work harder if you want your female character to be another Anna Karenina, Scout Finch, Scarlett Ohara, Daisy Buchanan, or Katniss Everdeen.

Pierced my heart
A dark glossy-blue dart
Sitting on my balcony
On a cold October day
I saw in her eyes her longing
For the South
On that cold October day
The swallow
She could have flown with her sisters
And so, I extended my arms
And encouraged her to fly

The man then asked me to meet him in person. His voice was soft, as if he were whispering, although he was articulate as if he had rehearsed what to say on the telephone. We lived in the same city, so I agreed to meet him in a Starbucks, as he suggested.

We came in groups: the illegals.

I recommend you write outside the dictionary. When facing the frightful blank page, let your imagination release your words. Let them run free. It’s okay for your words to run free like wild horses in the open spaces of your blank page.

Rose in the Park

What Would I Have Done if you Have Loved Me?

The Writer’s Prayer

I’m a Writer

Into the Morning Dew

The Bonfire

You Came Into My Night

I'm here in front of you, my rebellious children

To talk to you about the Ten Commandments

To remind you to keep them in your commitments

I'm here in front of you, my rebellious children

To talk about your behaviour, your well-being

To walk in the same path you walk, the same alley

Warn you about your behaviour, your choosing

To do this, I climbed the steps down to this valley

She and I, in the season of discovery

Weary of parental tyranny, we eloped

In the end, we discover that, in life

Everything is new to us

Death, of course, is a new thing