Last week I had great fun at the Mocha Memoirs Press Twitter party. It's always semi-dangerous, letting bunches of us ornery authors out to play together, but somehow we got some actual promotion and book discussion done, too. As I was talking, I realized in a roundabout way one of the reasons I love being an author.
Words.
Think of how powerful they are, to convey thoughts into speech or text to another person, to put the images in someone's head into something concrete. That's beautiful to me, magical, a kind of blend of literacy and alchemy. They express so much, yet they're often tricky beasts - people do seem to have loads of trouble communicating, after all, and they like to elude us writerly types at times.
Back in the Bronze Age when I studied voice, I also had to lean at least some correct pronunciation of various languages, since my teachers were fond of classical art songs. As a teen, I wasn't overly thrilled at this, but the feel of each new language rolling around in my mouth was lovely. By time I had learned the song in question I always felt terribly sophisticated and grown up.
Disclaimer: Although I took many years of Spanish, I read it better than I converse with it, and although I can sing songs in German, French, Italian, Hebrew, church Latin, and probably some others I'm forgetting, I can't actually speak them. So unless you want really obscure poetic lyrics you won't understand, it's not much of a party trick.
Still, back then it was interesting to compare the rhythms of the English language versions to the originals, to try to figure out what bits matched which aspects of the translation. Obviously, my parents didn't have to worry about me much in high school.
Anywho, that fascination with words carried into my college theatre training - after all, the bard is a master, and there are many others who are just brilliant at crafting a phrase or a picture with words.
And because I also love history, I really have come to love historical terms for things. I have a closet love for antique vulgarities, and I've put that into play in at least one of my titles. With Mocha Memoirs Press, though, this love of language comes out the most in Mooner. You wouldn't think that could happen in a story about 1800's era lumberjacks being stalked by a vampire, but like most inclusive groups, lumberjacks have their own vocabulary.
I think people mistake beautiful language as always having to be eloquent or sophisticated, and that's just silly. Way back in the high school days I sat in on a career day speaker/writer who claimed that if you took away the definition, syphilis was one of the more beautiful words in the English language. I still say it to myself every so often, and he had a point. There's a certain homey quality to lumberjack lingo, and compared to today's slang, it's more amusing than offensive.
It was one of the draws of writing Mooner for me. Not only did I get to explore my love of pioneer America and the vampire genre, but to do it well I also had to dive in and go all the way. It was fun researching the terminology and it soothed some of my ruffled feathers to add a glossary to the MMP rerelease version. After all, what fun are antiquated words if you can't pull them out and startle your friends and family with them?
So, to get you started, here are a few of my favorites. These are real terms thrown around in lumber camps. Even the title is direct from the culture (and as soon as I saw it I knew that I was on the right track with the story. Some times serendipity really does smile on me).
Blanket fever
– Staying in bed when the other lumberjacks
are up. Sleeping in and being lazy.
Blanket hoist – A
hazing for new lumberjacks, as well as a game or punishment. Someone is put in a
blanket while everyone else grabs the sides and throws him into the air a few times.
Dozy – Moldy.
Dunghister – A farmer. To call
a true lumberjack a farmer is an insult that usually leads to fights.
Get his teeth fixed – The excuse a lumberjack
gives when he goes to see a prostitute or brothel.
Girl house – A
brothel.
Hit the pike
– To quit a job.
Pants rabbits – Lice and other body critters.
Pat on the lip – A punch in the face.
Sluiced – To be killed.
Yaps – Crazy.
And of course...
Mooner – A made-up, undefined creature that haunts logging woods.
If you're looking for more fun words, plus an unconventional combination of history and vampirism, well, I can definitely help you out. And while you're at it, leave a comment and tell me what you like about words and language, and what type s are the most fun for you to read. Do you like made-up languages in a fantasy setting? Obscure sayings? Little bits of foreign phrases? I realize I'm opening the door up to a hell of a lot, but since we can generally have semi-decent conversations, what words are pleasing to your eyes and ears in fiction?
Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on
to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck
with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John.
Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as
he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the
work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have
plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It
watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill
make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for
his future?
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