But Liese, even entirely-built worlds have to have interior, structural and linguistic consistency.
This chick who wrote to Ruth Cavin - she also complained daintily because I hadn't written huge sections of it in authentic Middle English. She was delightfully helpful, including a livelink to "an academic site that will provide you with the grammatical structure you will need in future books."
She signed it with "PhD" in bold. I mentally translated that to "Please-hangyourself-Darling."
Right. Force my readers - most of whom, gasp shock horror, are actually reading the book because they want to see what HAPPENS in the course of the story - to stop in mid-plot, hunt up a Chaucerian English lexicon, and translate every word I've written. Drop a boat anchor in the middle of the story.
Oh, yeah, honey. My editor's allllllll over that. We'll get on it right away.
I had a certain amount of enjoyment in crafting the response my editor talked me out of sending, which finished up with polite surprise that she had voiced her concerns to my editor, rather than to the author, which, last time I looked, was the appropriate and generally accepted procedure in academia.
Dumbass.
Deb, this might help... The Hip Hoptionary.
One of my favorite reference books when I worked at the music library.
Heh. This is true.
But Liese, even entirely-built worlds have to have interior, structural and linguistic consistency.
I was going to pipe up and say that at least current speakers of my entirely-built language wouldn't pop up to complain about it. But then I thought about Klingon and all the Elvish-speaking folks and decided that no, you're right.
What would people think about a "Remainder" drabble challenge? Or maybe I'm the only freak who starts and can't finish? If that's true, maybe those people can write about "remains".
My only contribution to the slang issue is to suggest you sit and watch (or rewatch) Brown Sugar.
Possibly this is
not
a helpful suggestion, but it's a v. watchable romcom about a HipHop producer and a HipHop-loving journalist who are BFF and who fall in love. As I've only seen it from the middle onwards, I'm not sure how much of their friendship is charted. The film was made around 2002, iirc.
Plus, Taye Diggs is
insanely
beautiful. So that's good.
Look what ended up in my Gold Box on Amazon today:
The Famous Flower of Serving Men
Books ~ Deborah Grabien
Of course, I already own it.
That's so excellent! (And so do I.)
The publisher I've been working with rejected it. But he is willing to work with me on a re-write and let me resubmit. I think the opportunity to rewrite with some real editorial guidance is too good to pass up.
Marking the Hip Hoptionary and Brown Sugar, which I would watch just because it has Taye in it. Because he is so lickable, it's probably illegal in fourteen states, all of them in the Bible Belt.
I need to take a deep breath and talk to my daughter, is what I need to do; the story is right there in my head and in my eyes. The characters are all ready to animate and breathe. Big juicy settings.
And I'm having to stop and try and figure out what the slang of a given city would be at a given time. Like, every tenth word.
It's driving me batshit.
But the first thousand words are done. Another 29K to go between now and October, and I'm jamming.
Gar, depends on how much you want to be with this particular publisher. If he's your gold standard, I wouldn't hesitate a minute.
But save your original version, just in case.
edit: erika, I like that. No idea where Teppy is. Anyone want to go for it? I need to take a few days away from CR before I look at it again and I need to talk to my daughter before I work on 7W again and I really don't feel like climbing back into N-SK again, and I'm jonesing to create something, so it's either plug the PRS into my Pignose amp and show the neighbours I can drown out their barking dog anytime I want, or write something.
Deb, I think you should plug the PRS in. At least you could claim you were trying to educate them about rock and roll, which is more than what their dog is doing.
