I have long been in thrall to bonnie Scotland: her language, music, history, people, mythos, traditions. And I found recently that I’m descended from Clan MacGregor, a family that had its shares of ups and downs. (I refer you to a recent article I published on another blog site, Celtic Fire, called “Children of the Mist”: https://bit.ly/2OS4kzH).
So, what could be more natural than a novel about a MacGregor?
Here’s a tentative blurb and a fanciful cover, which I shall *not use:
One man is stripped of his name, his tartan, and his weapon. Another is torn from his very homeland, forced to live in danger and deceit. What happens when an unkilted Scot meets a runaway Colonial Quaker?
Can Grier and David, born enemies, live together? Fight together? Can they combine the best of themselves and set aside the grief of their past? The future of bonnie Scotland and a fledgling America may hang in the balance.
I’ll be writing the novel (or maybe pair of novellas) in this year’s annual Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). Right now, I’m trying to research a very complex subject so that I can distill it into a readable story.
In the front matter of the work, I intend to publish a short glossary. That will no doubt turn off some potential readers. But how can I do justice to my character if he sounds like a bloody Englishman? 😀
Aye…Yes. (As an adverb, pronounced differently , it means “always.”)
Burn…(Also modern) A small brook or stream
Braw…Brave. Also, fine, elegant, beautiful, excellent
Cathairean…Highland cateran or warrior (also rustler or outlaw!)
Dirk…Short dagger worn by Highland warriors. More than a personal sidearm, it was the symbol of a man’s honor.
Nae…No. Fixed to the end of a verb, the meaning changes to the negative, as in dinnae, “do not.”
Piob mhor…Great highland bagpipe
Reekie…Smoky, misty, transitory. Note that the MacGregor clan came to be called “Children of the Mist.”’ The nickname for Edinburgh for centuries was “Auld Reekie”; and the waterfall central to this story was (and is) Linn Reekie, Misty Falls.
Sgian-dubh …Small concealed knife (in modern times, it’s tucked into the top of a highland stocking)
Walloper…Fucker (literally, a galloper)
Thus a radge walloper is a crazy fucker…and there are plenty of those in my story!
Stay tuned to this blog, where I’ll jot my ideas and scribbles about the new work and probably pre-publish a few chapters.
*I do not have permission to use these handsome men on a cover; and the tartan shown is not that of a MacGregor, but a Balfour.