500-WORD RANT #3
Fictional Rants are so Much Better with Proper Dialogue Technique.
What I learned from a writing coach on Medium.

Nobody said that a rant has to be negative.
According to the Cambridge dictionary, when rant is used as a noun it means: “a long, angry, and confused speech.”
This means one thing, and one thing only about my thesis sentence.
I need to find a different dictionary.
I wanted to talk in a “noisy, excited, or declamatory manner” about some good writing tips I found on Medium on how to write better dialogue.
I think I made some real progress in this area, which gives me the opportunity to rant about other subjects in my fiction.
Here’s a sample.

I woke up from a nightmare about a narcissistic tell-all article that earned $6720.35 on Medium in a single month.
Bleary eyed, I stumbled out of bed and went down to the corner java joint. With cup in hand, there was an open seat next to a serious young woman studying at her laptop. Sitting down, I noticed that Medium filled her browser window and a chill ran up my spine.
It was one of my articles.
She looked up from her computer, and glanced at me. “You know, you’re not funny.”
“Wh — What are you talking about?”
“This is you right? There’s a photo of you right there.”
“Um, uh, no that’s not me.”
She shook her head, sighed, and mumbled to herself. “Typical male bullshit.”
“Okay, okay — you just surprised me. What’s your beef?
She turned her head toward me again and I met her piercing eyes.
“Dude, all you do is complain. Cynicism is what we millennials do.”
“You’re kidding, right? Like, you guys invented it?”
“You’re a privileged old white guy whining about first world problems.”
“Yeah, but whining in an entertaining way.”
She gave me the eye roll. “Why don’t you work on your writing, and be a professional like me.”
She clicked on a different window and showed me her post titled, “I interned at a SoHo community theater, so don’t try to mansplain me about box office viability as an excuse for casting sexy women in a superhero blockbuster, you chauvinist pigs.”
It had 38,000 claps.
I laughed at the irony. “Now that’s funny!”
“Really? I can read the minds of those gaslighting directors and producers trying to fulfill their teenage masturbation fantasies instead of giving plus-size women legitimate voices to rival the men.”
I couldn’t think of a way to dispute her claim of telepathic powers. “Legitimate voices for wooden superhero characters? Would you even recognize irony if it came up and bit you in the ass?”
“Of course I would. I’d slap that bitch with a restraining order and then call my lawyer to initiate a sexual abuse lawsuit.”
“No way… you’ve got a lawyer on retainer?”
“Hells to the yeah. My article just earned $6720.35… for July.”

