Scots is a language aa o its ain and has clevvir magical words that soun great an juist swirl roond yer mooth an tung, lik a guid malt whisky! Scots is a vocal lyrical language an’ so it helps if ye sae it oot loud otherwise ye wilnae ken whit the wirds are or whit am saein’.
The language, lik the laund, is aye bein eroded an ah freely admit tae bean a wee bit disappointed. The rich auld lallans accent taks ye richt back tae a different
Writin in Scots can be fun, if someone is makin an arse o themselves an’ ye can insult thaim in Scots wae some panache ye will leave them clueless to such an extent that they couldnae pit a nut in a monkey’s mooth. If they dinae behave they can get a verbal equivalent of a skelp oan the lug. They will ken that they are getting insulted but they cannae dae anything aboot it, keep it up lang enuff an ye will get a rise oot of thaim.
Ah firmly believe that writers should write aboot things that maitter – social issues, injustice, humanity, politics. but there’s ower mony writers wha are writin mealy-moothed lyrical verse that’s a hunner mile up their ain arse – an sayin nuthin.
Sometimes writtin shud jist be fun, ah hope this