(In Scots)
A wis jist sittin doon tae hae ma breakfast wi a bit o YouTube craftin vids an seen is wunnerfae ad fur kindness oan St Andrew’s Day.

Inglis Owersettin (English Translation)

I was just sitting down to have my breakfast with a bit of YouTube crafting vids and saw this wonderful ad for kindness on St Andrew’s Day.

Gat a Shewin Machine — Got a Sewing Machine

A wee post in Scots

Ower e last twa-three month, Ah’ve been barkin an fleein oan e eBay wabstaid. Dinnae fash, Ah’m fendie an bocht athin saicant-handit.

The day, Ah gat aroon tae yuisin ma new-tae-iz shewin machine. Ah goat it fur wanworth £20 plus P&P. Whit e bairgin!

Noo, time tae git a wheen claes mendit.

Inglis owersettin ablow (English translation below).

Over the last few months, I’ve been spending extravagantly on eBay. Don’t worry, I’m thrifty and got everything second-hand.

Today, I got around to using my new-to-me sewing machine. I got it for the bargain price of £20 plus postage and packaging. What a bargain!

Now, it’s time to mend some clothes.

Posting in Scots

A few months ago, I used the Scots word shoogle in one of the Genre Fiction challenge posts. In that post, I quickly explained that it’s sometimes challenging to go from thinking in Scots (one of Scotland’s three indigenous languages—the others being Scottish English and Gaelic) to putting those thoughts onto the page in English. Well, Scottish English for me.

Since that time, I’ve been making a real effort to up my knowledge of my mither tongue—reading books on its history, grammar, and taking an OpenLearn course on the language. It may sound odd that as an adult, I have to learn how to write in my ain leid, and you’d be right. We were never taught Scots at school. Now, I’m not going to whine about how Scots was actively discouraged by teachers and others in authority. That’s just how it was when I was growing up—fortunately, it’s a bit different now. Instead, I’m going to embrace my growing knowledge and share the occasional post in Scots (with English translation).

I’ve wanted to do this for a couple of months now but was a bit wary because, well, grammar. But, if I wait until I’ve got it all perfect in my head, I’ll never get around to it. As it’s November—St. Andrews Day is on the 30th—I’m going to suck it up, accept that I’ll make mistakes, and just go for it now.

I’m not the only one posting in Scots; check out my wonderful husband’s blog for a wheen o animals and beasties in Scots. Behold the grumphie.

One note: My Scots is a mix of Central and Doric dialects. I was brought up by a Central speaking mother and a Doric speaking father. I also went to school in both regions. Therefore, I mix both dialects in my speech and writings.

Ah aim to post something short in Scots a couple of times a week. Dinna fash, the English translation will be at the end of each post. Thanks for reading. Click through to my first post in Scots.

Hae a guid day!

Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #17 — Family

Welcome to Week 17 of the Friday Fiction Writing Challenge! Here’s a complete list of all the posts so far. Feel free to join in.

This week’s random word is: Family

I cheated a little this week. Mainly in the form of using characters I’ve been working on for a while now. Matt is the leader of Alpha Team in my Denaible Unit series. And Jake is from a related series that I’ve been playing with in my downtime.

The cheat is a little more than stealing fully-formed (in my head, anyway) characters. I know their history, their relationship, and how the past has shaped them (and their sister, Eve).

I know far more about Matt and how coming face-to-face with his past would go. So, I decided to see how Jake would deal with it—for some reason, I seem to like torturing Jake with people from his past.

This was a whole lot of fun, and it helped me connect with Jake and his backstory.

Here’s my response to the prompt (basic editing):

Jake hit the lights and music on his cruiser and motioned for the driver of the F150 to pull over. The driver hadn’t done anything, but his gut screamed that something was off with this guy.

The in-vehicle computer didn’t throw up anything on the truck or the owner. Maybe he needed some downtime after all.

He touched his weapon as he approached the F150. His gut may be off, but that didn’t mean he was going to be complacent on a traffic stop.

“Was I speeding, Officer?” the man asked from beneath his baseball cap.

Jake froze. That voice. He was suddenly fifteen again. Hope and pain fought in his chest. No, he’d stopped “seeing” Matt everywhere he looked a decade ago. He blew out a breath. “Licence and registration.”

The man stiffened.

Jake readied his thumb at the snap on his holster and repeated his request.

The man nodded and leaned over for his wallet. There was a scar at the back of his neck. One he’d caused.

A lightness filled Jake’s chest; he couldn’t breathe. “Matt?”

“Jay…”

The lightness burned away as fury took hold. Jake yanked open the door and hauled his brother out. “Losing you tore our family apart.” Jake swung at Matt, but Matt was too fast, blocking him.

With effortless grace, Matt maneuvered Jake to the ground, pinning him facedown on the asphalt. “I had a job to do. Being dead was…necessary. Besides, you were better off with me gone.”

Thanks for reading and have a stupendous weekend!

HOW IT WORKS

  1. Don’t think too hard on the word; just write about it for a maximum of twenty-five minutes or 250 words.
  2. Once you complete your sprint, give it some basic editing.
  3. Be courageous and post your results to your blog.

RULES

  1. Complete the challenge on your blog before 1700 UTC of the following Friday.
  2. Link to the original prompt post and make sure to use the tag Genre Scribes so that we can see all the posts together in WP Reader.
  3. Your text must be fiction (preferably one you publish in (or plan to).
  4. No real-life stories.
  5. The text can be dialogue, an interior monologue, a scene, flash fiction, anything… so long as it’s fiction.

Full information is on the Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge page.