Author Post by Tali Spencer : Breaking the Ice
People in Pennsylvania smile at the way I talk. Sometimes I talk funny, it seems, though I never knew that. “Say that again,” my dentist blurts out, as if he’d never heard anyone say “You betcha” or “For Cripes sake” or “I asked her if she’d wanna come with when I go by the library.”
Every region of the USA has its own speech patterns. They’re cozy and familiar to those who live there, and perhaps comical to those who don’t. If you’re from Wisconsin, it’s natural to contract some place names, like Mwaukee (Milwaukee) or Trivers (Two Rivers), and expand others, like Chi-caaago. My Philly husband loves to make fun of the latter. I make fun when Philly natives say “wooder.” That’s “water” to the rest of us.
When writing Breaking the Ice, I had the main characters speaking mostly regular American English, because that’s very Wisconsin, also. The secondary characters, though, get to go full Wisconsin on occasion. That’s one of the glorious things about writing secondary characters, letting them loose to be everything interesting and fun about the setting and culture in which the main characters live and breathe.
Two bangs on the door preceded it being flung open and an excited Racko, bundled like a dogsledder against the cold, stepped in.
“Hey, Matty! We got ourselves a situation.” She stopped in her tracks, eyes growing large and her smile even larger when she spied John, who had snatched up the blanket and was trying to hide the fact he wasn’t wearing trousers. “Never mind.”
“Look at this walleye! Trophy size!” Matt crowed, holding up the fish.
“Holy cripes! Is that a walleye or a muskie? And it looks like you caught more than a fish.”
“Racko, John Lutz. John, Racko… a.k.a. Kristy Tipp. Think you can you get me the big cooler out there?”
“You betcha!” Racko closed the door behind her but was back in a minute with the cooler. She’d probably had to dig it out of some snow.
Writing characters from Wisconsin was fun. I did a lot of talking out loud to myself, which confused my poor old poodle but, I hope, resulted in fun dialog for readers to enjoy.
For Matt Wasko, February in Wisconsin is the best time of the year, and ice fishing on Lake Winnebago is his idea of heaven. With shanty villages cropping up, barbeques on the ice, monster sturgeon to spear, and plenty of booze to keep everybody warm, things couldn’t be better—until a surprise storm hits and an uninvited guest shows up at his frozen doorstep.
Matt’s not happy to see John Lutz, a coworker who cracks lame gay jokes at Matt’s expense. But John’s flimsy new ice shelter got blown across the lake, and it wouldn’t be right to leave even a jerk outside to freeze. Would it?
In the close quarters of Matt’s fabulous ice shanty, between stripping off wet clothes, misadventures with bait, and a fighting trophy-sized walleye, the two men discover creative ways to keep the cold at bay. And when John confesses his long-running attraction, Matt must decide if he can believe in John’s change of heart—and crack the ice for a chance at finding love.
About Tali Spencer:
Tali Spencer delights in erotic fantasy and adventure, creating worlds where she can explore the heights and shadows of sexual passion. A hopeful romantic and lover of all things exotic, she also writes high fantasy and science fiction. If you would like to see inspiration pictures for her characters, or glimpse how she envisions her worlds, including works in progress, check out her Pinterest boards.
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