Stoplight Sonnets in Normal entries

“Hey! Roll down your window.”
“Hi. What?”
“My mom used to sing that song.”
“Oh. Nice. Why’d she stop?”
“Vocal chords shut down.”
“That’s terrible, how … here comes the guitar solo.”
“She got shot in the head and everything shut down.”
“Oh sweet Jesus, um, why?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t shoot her.”
“ I meant …”
“What’d she do to get herself shot?”
The light turned green.

Stoplight Sonnets. It’s an idea, it might even not be a bad idea. An idea for a writing exercise. I’m pretty sure I made it up, but not so sure that if it sucks I won’t accept someone elses bonafides for ownership.
See, I have this feeling if you write a couple hundred of these things at bare minimum you’ll get an idea of where your strengths and weaknesses are in writing dialogue. In theory, then, one could expand on strengths and curtail weaknesses.

I don’t know, it’s possible I’ve gone barking mad. Ok, I’ve been barking, I think that’s usually considered mad for a primate. They say that talking to yourself is an early sign of madness. I’d be stunned, I think, to meet someone who doesn’t talk to themselves. If you’re going to write
Stoplight sonnets you’re going to have to talk to yourself. I’m not even sure I could do a hundred without one of them having dogs barking out the window at one another. Hmmm, mixed up sentence. You really should read dialogue aloud. I like dogs.

Fingertips to keyboard. That’s the sad part; the beginning.That first arthymic flurry of skin to plastic, before you settle into a cadence. Until you do that the adventure continues. But to start a story, well, it means you are done living it. Even with fiction, or maybe especially with fiction, once you’ve begun you’ve narrowed all the possibilities down to an inevitable set of circumstances. When your story is resolved to the point of telling it, it’s all eulogy.