… you know, for the novel I am writing here on the blog… because every book needs a cover…
I sort of like the lack of color… or colour… since I am supposed to sound all English while I write it.
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I like that you used the lack of colour for your honour in the neighbourhood.
sigh… should I change the title?
No. Keep it the same if you want to. It’s your book, so your choice 🙂
I want realism.
🙂
Nice cover – Sorry but that’s not the kind of FOG I was talking about.
I got all kinds of fog… most of it in my cranium.
Good it took me forever to access your blog. I am so angry about these new changes, I don’t like being angry. Anyway, what are you writing in this novel? I could probably track back through your posts but I’m finding it all increasingly difficult now. WordPress is sabotaging us.
There are only two chapters so far… murder mystery in World War Two London… I need your help.
1) How old do you think I am?! WWII?!
or
2) You think I listened at school learning about WWII?!
I know we wouldn’t have won without your help 😀
No… but if I get something glaringly wrong in the slang department, or a social situation, or a title of some minor nobility, you have to know all that stuff, right?
Of course sir
That would be so awesome.
It’s colour and honour here in Australia too mate!
And that is why we stopped hanging around with you… it takes too long to spell things. And we aren’t supposed to edit until the end.
That and we’re funnier than you and kept stealing your socks right?
Funnier maybe… but I thought you were stealing our tea… you know Americans are lousy at history.
I’m sorry, but exactly what do you mean by “sound all English”? As a proper Brit, I may take offence to this statement, and thus would kindly request that you provide clarification. Otherwise, we will be forced to reappropriate your homeland. And charge you for every English syllable used in the course of your discourse (I didn’t say intercourse, thankfully, though the idea had crossed my mind. Evidently.).
I am trying to channel my inner English ancestors… which is where my family is from… on my mother’s side, although my fathers side came from Canada, most likely by way of England.
Wait. I thought you were adopted.
Well I am, but I still like to consider myself to be part of my legal family. Makes me slightly less alone in the world.
In that case, I give you massive kudos for having some Canadian lineage.
At least in the legal sense… and the sense that I have been there a few times… and I like maple syrup… and we saved your Canadian bacon from the Germans twice…
Them’s fighting words. I’m on the phone to the Queen as we speak. She has an exceptionally angry beaver at her disposal; don’t get it mad, it is powerful enough to reverse that whole war of independence mess.
Oh come on… I love you guys, but the entire Commonwealth couldn’t invade Los Angeles… and even if you did, you wouldn’t enjoy it.
Hey at least we could teach y’all to speak propa Engleesh.
I am trying to decide something about the General… I want him to be a Lord or and earl or something… given by the crown in the Napoleonic wars… but then I need to know what his daughter’s title would be… lady? Or should I go with duke? Help me out here.
Holy crow, do I seem to be the type of informed, educated person who would know the answer to this type of thing? I’m a doctor, not a magician.
You forgot to say ‘damn it, Jim’…
Wait, who’s Jim? Is there someone else in here with us? I knew it! NSA! NSA! It must be NSA Jim, the notorious spy-spawn of a jackal and Roger Moore’s erratic ejaculation.
no… like Bones in the original Star Trek…
I know, I was trying to be funny! You, on the other hand, are just trying to be nerdy. Never shall the two meet!
I think they do.
Well… if you want to be fussy, then that would be Honour Misplaced LOL ~ Amelia 🙂
oh… crap… or is that crappe…
Ha ha! 🙂
yeah verily.
🙂 🙂
forsooth
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