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What a good feeling getting my new roleplay entry up.
 
I have a question. Suppose that you write out the outline of your new novel, and save it, and print it ... but then your hard drive crashes, and refuses to boot. :eek:

But no worries, because you've got a back-up and spare hard drive. Too bad the back-up's from yesterday, but hey, you still have the hard copy of your outline. Right? :)

So, you start restoring to the new hard drive. It's gonna take a long time, so you go to the grocery store.

But when you come back, you find that your dog got bored and chewed up your outline ... :eek:

Does that mean that you have literally lost the plot?

*runs away* ;)
 
Natchitoches was one such word. To look at it, one would never expect it to be nak-uh-dish. A cousin once lived there, but I called the library to make sure of the pronunciation.
Place names are weird. "Wilkes-Barre" is pronounced "Wilksbury" by the locals. "Cairo, Illinois," is pronounced "Kay-ro" like the corn syrup, not "Kie-ro" like the city in Egypt. There's "Reading" pronounced "Redding" in England but "Reeding" in the US.

A Sacramentan can distinguish locals from out of town when they speak of Alhambra Avenue, which separates Mid-Town from East Sacramento. Locals pronounce it "Al Hambra" (Al as in short for Albert) whereas visitors pronounce it "All Hombra" in the Spanish style.


Another word was either. Never thought about it until the reader pronounced it Eye-ther, instead of Ee-ther.

Depends on your local dialect, I guess. Like "tomayto" and "tomahto."

And I remember a teacher from Philadelphia always correcting us when we pronounced "wheel" as "weel" and "whether" as "wether." She insisted that the "h" be included, because it was right there in the word.
 
Place names are weird.

And I love them- the weirder, the better. Nevada County, AR is Na-VAY-da. El Dorado, AR is el-da-RAY-da. Bois d'Arc is BO-dar. One of my all-time favorites is Popo Agie in Wyoming. First time I saw the sign, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to attempt pronouncing it until I asked a local how to do it. puh-POE-zhah.

You might enjoy this article on Wyoming place names and how to pronounce them.

Texas is another "ask before pronouncing" state. I grew up down there and visited my entire adult life, but still get flummoxed. I once asked a local if I could get to Montague on highway X. The guy looked blank at first because I pronounced it like Capulet's rival and not Texas MON-tag.
 
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We're going to Canada's east coast (I'm finally going to see Newfoundland) in June, and then we're going to Tuscany and Rome in Sept.

We're already talking about next spring's holiday, and I think we have it narrowed down to between Portugal or Sicily.
 
Jel. I did drive around the east coast about.. oh geez almost two decades ago now. The most jaw-dropping sight was the Bay of Fundy when the tide was out. Just ocean bed all the way to the horizon !

I stayed in bed too long again today, then baked a batch of choco chip cookies and played video games. Not quite the productive week I'd been shooting for once again 😅
 
Got the latest draft of Book III from the printers today and have been going through it and marking chapters for date and eventual location within the book. I spend a small fortune on hard copies, but require them to think clearly at this stage of the game. Okay, at almost all stages of the game. I can read paper copies more comfortably for longer than I can stare at a screen. Scribbling notes in the margins also facilitates the process.

Went to a skin appointment today and the receptionist, who I have known for a couple of years, went fan girl on me. Came around into the waiting room to give me a hug because she was so happy reading Book I. She is not an avid reader, reads only a few pages a night, but has steadily kept at it for weeks. That may be one of the biggest compliments I've gotten.
 
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I flummoxed one of my college history professors one time by asking if the text and his lectures had been adjusted to the Gregorian calendar. He'd never thought about it. How in the heck could he never have thought about it?
 
From the Only in Wyoming Department:

"After a Laramie man totaled his car colliding with a moose in the dark early morning hours Monday, he and his fiancée hoped that they could at least claim the meat. But then somebody else came along and stole their roadkill."

This was in today's Cowboy State Daily News.
 
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