Enjoy the silence
Just a note to say I have nothing to say.
Seriously, I have to catch up on some stuff in my life outside of writing, so I’m going easy on the blogging this next week. I will make sure to post on Tuesday, though. No cause to worry, no cause to celebrate … I’m just trying to do some delayed spring cleaning, yardwork, etc.
I leave you with this link for your amusement:
Try translating a paragraph of your WIP to Cockney, Jive, or Redneck! Post the results in the comment trail if you’re so inclined.
Here’s a bit of GOTH, translated to Swedish Chef (If you don’t remember the Muppet Show, this won’t be funny).
The dogs reached her first, pressing their wet, sniffing noses to her face, hands, belly.
“Shoo, Farthing!” Lucy whispered. “Sixpence! Off!” Blasted hounds. How was a girl supposed to play dead with one dog nuzzling her neck and another gnawing her boot?
“Lucy!” Henry hauled her to her feet. He performed a quick survey of her head and limbs. Finding her unharmed, he grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake that rattled her teeth. “What the devil do you think you’re doing?”
Lucy was tempted to conveniently swoon, but she and Henry both knew she wasn’t the swooning sort.
Henry shook her again. “Of all the damn fool things to do!You could have been killed!”
“Not likely. The lot of you haven’t hit a thing all day.”
And here is the dialectized version:
Zee dugs reeched her furst, presseeng zeeur vet, sneeffffing nuses tu her fece-a, hunds, belly. Bork bork bork!
“Shuu, Fertheeng!” Loocy vheespered. Bork bork bork! “Seexpence-a! Ooffff!” Blested huoonds. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Hoo ves a gurl sooppused tu pley deed veet oone-a dug noozzleeng her neck und unuzeer gneveeng her buut?
“Loocy!” Henry hooled her tu her feet. Um de hur de hur de hur. He-a perffurmed a qooeeck soorfey ooff her heed und leembs. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Feending her unhermed, he-a grebbed her by zee shuoolders und gefe-a her a sheke-a thet rettled her teet. “Vhet zee defeel du yuoo theenk yuoo’re-a dueeng?”
Loocy ves tempted tu cunfeneeently svuun, boot she-a und Henry but knoo she-a vesn’t zee svuuneeng surt. Um de hur de hur de hur.
Henry shuuk her egeeen. Bork bork bork! “Ooff ell zee demn fuul theengs tu du! Yuoo cuoold hefe-a beee keelled!”
“Nut leekely. Bork bork bork! Zee lut ooff yuoo hefee’t heet a theeng ell dey. Bork bork bork!”
Happy weekend, everyone!