Do you ever take dialogue heard in real life and use it in your books?
Absolutely. We steal from the blog comments as well, although we always say when we do it.
“He’s accessing our confidential files,” Orida hissed.
“Yes. I felt that much was obvious.” Drewery stared at Matias with naked hatred. “How?”
“Cassida gifted you a lovely vintage Second Wave toaster for your collection,” Matias said.
What? “You hacked them through a malignant toaster?”
“More or less.”
Hey Hannah. ::wiggles fingers in Hannah’s direction:: Credit will be given in Acknowledgments.
When co-writing dialogue, do you split characters between you or do you both “speak” the same characters?
Gordon usually does male characters and I do female, but it’s not a strict division of labor. We trade back and forth, especially if one of us thought of a funny.
Luciana Cabera and her daughter lived in River Oaks, less than seven minutes away from Linus on foot, in a seven-million-dollar mansion. The 8,500 square foot home, designed by Mathew Chesterfield, sat in the middle of a manicured acre and was built in what Alessandro started calling Houston European style, meaning it was a pseudo-Mediterranean beige stucco house with a colonnade and an inexplicable round turret of brown stone that matched nothing else.
Alessandro grimaced as we pulled up to the house and parked Rhino behind a stereotypical black SUV with federal license plates.
He gave me a pained look. “Why does it have a turret, Catalina? Are they expecting an army of medieval knights and trebuchets?” [Me.]
“You never know,” I told him. [Gordon]
“It’s a Tuscan colonnade interrupted by a Scottish turret with Tudor windows.” [Joint effort after much looking at architecture and googling things. I swear we need an architect expert.]
“You can hold on to my hand. I’ll lead you in so you can avert your eyes.” [Me.]
We based it on an actual house. There is such a thing in River Oaks. Not linking it here, but you can find it if you look at homes for sale. Aim at the upper range.
What’s the best quirk you think you’ve given any of your characters?
Bug stirred in his seat. “Catalina, do not marry this dickfucker. There are better birds in the sea.” He turned to my mom and said, “Pardon my French.”
“It’s not rocket surgery.”
I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, looking for the phone on the floor with my hand. My fingers finally found it. I pulled it up and peered at it. Bug. I swiped to answer.
“Tell that cockalorum he owes me a new drone.”
A drone plunged from the sky and hovered near me.
“Do not shoot this down, you shit weasel!” Bug yelled.
Rocket surgery. Hehehe.