Dec 31 2007
My Puerto Rican MC Has a Southern Twang
Last Monday I didn’t post my word count for The Devil’s Playground. Not because I didn’t reach my word count, I did. But because I took the day off my blogging. In the past two weeks I wrote 12,148 words. I purposely wrote more than my goal to make up for the week I lagged behind. I’m still behind my overall goal by over 2,000 words.
One thing that I have noticed during the past two weeks is that my MC has taken on a southern twang. She is using words such as “fretting” and “minding.” I’m not sure why she has decided to do this, but I’m not going to fight her on it. I’ll let her be. I’m curious to see how she will evolve.
Hey, I’m a southern boy. Nothing wrong with a twang … let her be!
She has a mind of her own, I don’t think I have a choice. But the twang has got to go at some point. I’m just hoping it’s a phase. You know how kids are…always wanting to think for themselves.
As long as she doesn’t start blurting things like “I don’t know nuthin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies”, you probably still stand a good chance of reigning her in. Sorry, I was re-reading Gone With The Wind, that kind of just came to mind. I want to read your stuff.
My biggest fear - people wanting to read my stuff. Can’t you just buy the book when it comes out and stare at the cover?
“I don’t know nuthin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies”
That’s some good shit right there. I want my dialouge to be memorable.