It happens to me all the time. (No, not that Shakespeare insults me . . .;-) I’m barreling full-steam through a heated scene on-page, when, wham. I come against a blinking cursor and don’t know what to type. Because one of my characters is insulting the other–and my vocabulary fails me.
Why? Because our favorite insults today don’t fly in a historical context. I can’t have Delia call Phin a jerk. He’s scowl and say, “I’m not tugging on you. What are you talking about?” He can’t call her a snob (see Monday’s post, wink, wink), or she’d say, “Whatever do you mean? I’m not pretending to my gentility, I was born to it, as you well know, you . . . you . . .”
Yeah. Back to square one. So I’m compiling a list of historical insults, and boy is it fun! From scalawag to rogue to jackanapes, from slimy toad to delightful imp, I’m trying to make sure I have all the fun ones–and the truly low-down ones–on my list. Without getting vulgar, of course.
Fun fun!
So snickering . . .
Oh my goodness, that made me laugh! Funny how some of these match up. And yes, let's not get too angry at poor, dead Shakespeare, LOL.
Tooo fun!
Apparently, I'm a fawning, knotty-pated strumpet. That does NOT sound good!
A vain common-kissing strumpet?? Shakespeare has learned to insult others well. Is that a compliment? I suppose I should be insulted by that name…but it's a bit more difficult to be angry with someone who's been in his grave for hundreds of years.
Thanks for sharing Mrs. White. (thank you I think, anyway) 😀