As an author, you have to try to give your characters different "voices." If they're distinctive enough, you don't even have to use a dialog tag to know who's speaking. Well, I'm Northern through and through--born and raised in New England--but the funny expressions I heard from my midwestern mother added color to our conversations.
At the moment, I'm working on the 3rd book in the Strange Neighbors series. Gwyneth is a young southern woman who moved to Boston to help out her cousin. I thought writing her character would be a lot of fun, but didn't know if I could do it. Turns out it's as easy as sliding off a greasy log backward!
Now keep in mind this is book #3 and I still don't know exactly where she's from. Could be the moutains of Carolina or West Virginie. Don't make no nevermind to me. She's a great secondary character that I know y'all will love.
I gathered some of her saying from lists on the Internet. I asked friends who live in the South (or did at one time.) I asked my fans to contribute to her repertoire, And well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit, I wound up with quite a list!
So, just for fun, I'll share the ones I'd never heard before that made me smile.
He who laughs last probably doesn’t understand the joke.
Slicker than a harpooned hippo on a banana tree.
If everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane!
If I want your opinion, I’ll ask you to fill out the necessary form.
Don’t worry too much about it. Just do all you can do and let the rough end drag.
If rabbits feet are so lucky, what happened to the rabbit?
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.
If the Lord had meant us to fly, He would have given us aluminum skin.
If you lie to the computer, it will get you.
You couldn’t hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle.
If you see an onion ring - answer it!
I’d rather jump barefoot off a 6-foot step ladder into a
5 gallon bucket full of porcupines than…
She’s wound up tighter than the girdle of a baptist minister’s
wife at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast.
My sister is soooooo ugly, we had to tie a pork chop around her
neck to get the dogs to play with her.
Her ass was so big, it looked like two Buicks fighting for a parking place.
It’s colder than a mother-in-law’s love.
She’s uglier than a bucket full of armpits. Bless her heart.
He fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Ain’t no point in beatin’ a dead horse…’course, can’t hurt none either.
He’s so stupid, he couldn’t find his ass with both hands.
And my all time favorite: I's so poor, I can't even pay attention!
Well, I hope people will pay attention while reading my books. It seems as if they already are... I received an awesome review in Publisher's Weekly, which caught the attention of a Hollywood producer! Yup, she's talkin' to my agent--well, I'll be! But I'm tryin' not to let the tail wag the dog.
Yesterday I received the nicest letter from a bookseller in LA. She said it had been a long time since she'd read a book that made her laugh out loud...she ordered several copies of Strange Neighbors and is already talking it up! Suddenly I DO feel like everything's coming my way, and I hope I'm in the right lane!