We have a varied and worldly Orb, so I thought I would come here first. I am writing a Highland character that speaks in the vernacular of a rural 20th-century Scottsman. This Character is in the U.S. but uses the intonations and slang of the Highlands.
Is there anyone living in/from Scottland or who has a personal history with a Scott who can read a few passages and tell me if my dialog is accurate? If not, does anyone know of a source for a writer trying to write in a particular dialect, i.e., working-class, rural Scotts.
Plan B: A one-way ticket to Edinburgh. One-way only because if I went, Marie would kill me when I came back. :-)
I have been re-writing this chapter of the next book for weeks, and I cannot seem to get it right.
OT: Writing question. :-)
Are heroes born or, are they made? A worthy question.
To put it another way,
Some individuals who are in the wrong place, at the wrong time, naturally become Heroes.
There’s no need to fear, Pucky Cat is here.
And leaves on the lawn you should fear,
And frighten all who see or hear,
The cry goes up both far and near for
Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all leaves who blow asunder,
Pucky Cat, Pucky Cat, Pucky Cat,
When in this world the headlines read
Of those whose yards are filled with leaves
Who will rake and bag for those in need
To respond to Fall with blinding speed goes
When leaves in this world appear,
And litter the lawn that you should fear,
Fighting all leaves who blow assunder,
If the cat wants to come in, perhaps it was an indoor cat that got loose?
Leaf-apocalypse, no cat would be safe.
I really don’t think I would be happy living in a place without all four seasons. Christmas cannot be 70 degrees and be Christmas for me.
I heard the Mama’s & The Papas on the radio this morning. And as soon as I saw the comic, I had a feeling you would choose this song! I’m precognizant!