Ramblings of a Disorientated Mind

The other day Monkey, Myera, Andy and I were chatting as friends do and we got, some how, onto accents. I’ve long known that parts of my speech are a little different than other peoples, and Monkey is constantly telling me off for my pronunciation of ‘Phoenix’, but I’d never exactly known how much different until we started talking about this the other day. Even Myera said it was strange!

Apparently, not only do I have a very prevalent Dorset accent [elongated vowels occasionally and missing 't's], but I have hints of Australian [the 'o' in 'don't'], Kiwi [some 'a' sounds], cockney, Scottish, Welsh and Bristonian [hard 'a' when talking about 'bath' the place]. In addition to this I, apparently, drop my ‘t’s a hell of a lot or otherwise just imply them, drop ‘th’ at the beginning of words, imply silent ‘h’s [in 'what' or 'phoenix' for example] and mispronounce certain words [namely 'phoenix' and 'Orleans'].

I honestly don’t really know where most of this has come from. Obviously the Dorset is either from my mum or my maternal grandparents, and I know the ‘phoenix’ and ‘Orleans’ thing is from my dad. I expect some of the welsh is from my Nan, but the rest of it? No clue. I’ve never been to Australasia, Scotland, Bristol nor lived in London. Maybe I am or was just really susceptible to accents.

All I know is that it gets kinda interesting when ‘that’ turns into ‘a[t]‘, and I don’t think even the mathematician/ linguist from threshold could work out where I was from.

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It’s strange you know. I have approximately 4 hours of free time between my shifts and then another 6 or so after, and yet I seem to do most of my writing during the 1 hour and 30 mins I spend on the bus. Hell, I’m even writing this on my way back to Poole.

I don’t really know why this is because I hate typing on the zaurus. It’s small and makes my hand ache from holding the stylus and I always loads of mistakes, and it has the shortest battery life ever.

I suppose the thing is that the bus is usually quiet when I get on, and there are no distractions for me to use as procrastination excuses. Even though I created another user on my home PC designed especially for writing, I still find things on my desk to play with, or some chore that demands my attention [yes, I frequently do house work when I should be writing].

I read somewhere once, something that said every writer has his or her own process. I think it was actually referring to the process of writing a story [ie, notes vs vague idea], but the concept here I think is the same. Some people say they write best with a typewriter in the garden shed, some are quite happy banging away on a laptop in the spare room. Me? I guess I just write best on the bus.

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I think I discovered the reson for muzack in shops – it’s to prevent authors from evesdropping on other people’s conversation.

Also, Andy had a long talk last night about why he doesn’t like my storied. according to him they are episodical and character driven. He maintains this isn’t nessisarily a bad thing, just not what he’s into. I don’t know. maybe I should pass out the same story to all my friends, force them to read it and force them to tell me what they thought.

I think teachers still scare me. Even if they aren’t my own. My brother’s mate Bret is the sole exception to this rule. For example, I never really know what to say when the headmistress talks to me, and this morning one of the other teachers came to yell at the kids who were late as they ran up the road. At one point I was looking away from him, concentrating on something else when he yelled to someone. I junped, but rolled a successful willpower check to stop from saying ‘sorry sir!’

Is it okay to have ankle hangers if you’re a male over 50 wearing suit trousers?

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