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).
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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.”