Blogging A-Z F Is For Faunching
To men who study war, and Captain Baron Patrick Callahan had been a student all his life, these great conflicts have a definite pattern. In the beginning, it is all hearts bursting with pride and dreams of glory. Too soon the gleaming brass buttons on crisp uniforms tarnish. Feet that marched smartly to a vibrant, tattooing drumbeat grow weary and plod from one battle to another, scuffing up puffs of dust or sucking through mud deep enough to bury a good-sized mule and wagon. The days of family picnics on the hillsides as opposing armies gather below to deal death were over and the reality, the work, of war had set in.
Baron had settled into war easily. It was as if something he had waited for all his life had finally arrived, wide-eyed and faunching at the bit to be off on the grand adventure. He would have loved it more, if that were possible, if its arrival hadn’t also delayed something he had waited for just as eagerly, his marriage to Lorena Dobbs McKenzie.
This was the original prologue of The Rain Crow, but has since been cut. I decided to open the story right before Sumter, switch opening POV characters to Lorena, and do away with a prologue.
Even so, I decided to post this today because of that little word “faunching”. Faunch means nervous excitement similar to champing at the bit. Faunch is more rare and, I think, more period. We can settle our readers into an era not only with setting and dialogue, but also with the words we use and it can be done so subtly they don’t realize you’re taking them through the looking glass. In my case I don’t beat my readers over the head with “y’alls” and “dahlings”, but they know when my southern girls are loose.
The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter–it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.
– Mark Twain Letter to George Bainton, 10/15/1888
Note: In the first battle of Manassas the people from the north thought it was going to be such a thorough trouncing of the upstart rebels that politicians, sight-seers, families, vendors, and all manners of civilians brought their buggies and picnics to watch the show. The rout was so complete the fleeing civilians were nearly trampled by soldiers who were running just as fast. Jackson wanted to take 10,000 men into Washington to take the town and sue for peace, but Davis refused saying they would defend only. The war might have been ended that day had Davis given Jackson free rein.
First, thank you for champing at the bit. So many people got it wrong for so long that I think “chomping” is now acceptable. Oh well.
Second, I love that opening. It resonates so well all through life, well beyond the battlefield. Don’t we all go into every project or new aspect of our life marching high with polished buttons and full of excitement. Soon things get tarnished and it’s tougher and tougher to keep your head up. Your prologue (okay, former prologue) is such a metaphor for real life.
Wow, you write well, Julie.
Thank you so much. Champing and faunching are great words.
Such is the danger with rough drafts. We never know what we’ll keep and who knows, I may keep this, but for now it’s out. It does sort of fit life, though, doesn’t it. Maybe it fits writing also. It’s always so bright and shiny when we start out.
Once again, I really appreciate you stopping by.
“Faunching” – what a glorious word!
I agree with John; I loved this beginning. Bits like “Feet that marched smartly to a vibrant, tattooing drumbeat grow weary and plod from one battle to another, scuffing up puffs of dust or sucking through mud” are just superb. 🙂
Kae, thank you so much. I stopped by your blog earlier but it had a stop sign up. Oh no!
I appreciate so much the support.
You’re most welcome! And about my blog – really? That’s weird! So you couldn’t read anything at all then??
Thanks for letting me know; I’ll have to look it that!
I couldn’t see any blog posts, but it might have been pilot error. I’ll check again today.
What a wonderful word! I’m going to start using it to see if I can bring it back into common usage.
Kate, it is awesome! we should start a movement. Thanks so much for stopping by.
What you say about the use of “faunching” is true. It’s almost as if “y’all” is telling the reader “hey, we’re in the South!” whereas “faunching” is showing the reader. This is what gives your stories voice. Nice work, Julie. 🙂
Thank you, very much. Colin. I very much appreciate you stopping by.