“Thirty year old women don’t say Krikey,” said my wise beta reader.
“But…” I say.
“They don’t. They don’t say Krikey.”
I was trying to not use profanity in my wip, but “Krikey” is clearly a lame alternative. It was one of those…it sounded right when I wrote it moments… that when you seriously look at it later leaves you doubled over with laughter. And did we laugh.We started making up fake scenarios and adding Krikey. The ridiculous-nous of the word increased exponentially with every usage. Oh Krikey!
I don’t even say, or think, Krikey, how did it creep into my heroine’s internal dialogue? Here are some of my wonderful lines:
1. “Krikey…even his voice is sensual”
2. “…this is megalust. Oh Krikey”
3. “What would he[the hero] think [if I slept with the bad guy]. Oh Krikey.”
The Krikey has to go. It’s definitely not working, but I’ll never be able to say, or think, the word again without laughing.
On the other hand, I don’t want to offend any reader with profanity, or lines like, “sweet mother of Jesus”, although I kinda like that line.
It’s definitely a *** sweet Krikey day for me:)