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August 8th

8/30/2017

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"Think of where you grew up and try to bring out elements of regionalism that could be used in a story.  An example might be a tale set in the Ozarks, where the grandma is happy to use the blinky milk to make biscuits."

Well...I grew up in St. Albans....  What can I tell you about that?  Well, we used to say 'Snorbens' to try to sound less posh and a bit more Laaandaaan.

Hmmm.

What else?  This is hard.  I guess, being a commuter town, people would exit the town via the station wearing grey or black suits, and then it'd be a tumbleweed place until everyone came back.

But I don't think that's what this means.

And I also don't think it means the times when Mum, Dad, Rob, Tom, or I would say, "Let's check the tax disk of that car that's parked outside our house, it's been there a while...yes, it's out of date - been stolen."  (And then we'd call the police.)

Oh, until I met Cat Barter I'd never heard of the police as called anything other than 'the police'.  And what I knew was that you asked for them directions if you got lost.  But APPARENTLY they can have other names, and are not always nice.  The names I have so far discovered are: rozzers, filth, pigs, coppers (Nicola just told me that one), the ole Bill (thank you Nicola!!!)....

Well, that'll do for now.
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