The joy of pressing PUBLISH

I have several more in the on deck circle, and one includes the characters from this series, but damn, I'm just so in love with the way this one ended.

Good! I was too.

Let your readers fall in love with it, too.
 
The following translation is brought to you by Emily, who knows way too many British people…

“It feels like when you make a right turn in front of an oncoming articulated lorry, and you wonder whether perhaps you're cutting it too close, but then you make the turn and it's jolly well OK.”

You’re welcome.

Em
I'm reminded of a time where a collogue of my wife visited us. She was from country that drives on the other side like the British do. I made a right hand turn and she shrieked in horror at the on coming truck. Of course, my turn wasn't going where she expected. ;)
 
When I push the 'publish' button, I think of the Duke of Wellington's line, albeit in a different context,

"Publish and be damned"
 
I'm reminded of a time where a collogue of my wife visited us. She was from country that drives on the other side like the British do. I made a right hand turn and she shrieked in horror at the on coming truck. Of course, my turn wasn't going where she expected. ;)
I took a tour of Bermuda in a minibus one time on vacation. I got shotgun so I go to get in, and the driver looked at me like I was crazy. Not even thinking, I tried to get in the right side.

So, we're driving along, and it's freaking me out how we are hugging the left side of the road. And in Bermuda, many of the properties have high stone walls. We come up to a driveway and a car is pulling up. I was sure we were about to get t-boned, but of course, they both knew what they were doing.

That just cemented my promise to myself to never drive on a left side country. My reactions are way too ingrained for right side, and I know I'd get into an accident shortly after leaving the parking lot.
 
I took a tour of Bermuda in a minibus one time on vacation. I got shotgun so I go to get in, and the driver looked at me like I was crazy. Not even thinking, I tried to get in the right side.

So, we're driving along, and it's freaking me out how we are hugging the left side of the road. And in Bermuda, many of the properties have high stone walls. We come up to a driveway and a car is pulling up. I was sure we were about to get t-boned, but of course, they both knew what they were doing.

That just cemented my promise to myself to never drive on a left side country. My reactions are way too ingrained for right side, and I know I'd get into an accident shortly after leaving the parking lot.
My visit to her country has the same effect. I too, learned the hazard of riding shotgun. And like you, I'm convinced I could never drive in a 'left side country.'
 
The following translation is brought to you by Emily, who knows way too many British people…

“It feels like when you make a right turn in front of an oncoming articulated lorry, and you wonder whether perhaps you're cutting it too close, but then you make the turn and it's jolly well OK.”

You’re welcome.

Em
Now I should say thank you. That unfortunate guy in the video above, had he been in Britain, would have been hit by a "tram." If he needed to be extricated from his vehicle, it would have been done by the "fire brigade." If the train had been carrying freight, it would have had "goods wagons." Since he missed the warning lights and gates, he could be insulted, I guess, by being called a "wanker." (Is the latter Australian too?)
 
I'm reminded of a time where a collogue of my wife visited us. She was from country that drives on the other side like the British do. I made a right hand turn and she shrieked in horror at the on coming truck. Of course, my turn wasn't going where she expected. ;)
In Sweden, I think in the 1960's, they switched from left-hand to right-hand drive overnight. I guess you can't do it piecemeal. But the next day was quite interesting.
 
The following translation is brought to you by Emily, who knows way too many British people…

“It feels like when you make a right turn in front of an oncoming articulated lorry, and you wonder whether perhaps you're cutting it too close, but then you make the turn and it's jolly well OK.”

You’re welcome.

Em
I'm writing a paean to Terry Pratchett for the Geek Pride event, can you help me and translate the dialog from American to British? 🤔
 
It's been about six and a half years for me, and it's still fun and exciting. There's the satisfaction from knowing it's done, and it's out of my hands. There's the anticipation for how it will be received--that part of it is still unpredictable. I know when I post a new story, especially if it's in a popular category, it will give my older stories a boost as well, and I enjoy knowing that. It surprises how steadily older stories continue to get read. For many of them I'm not sure where the readers come from.
That’ll be from people like me using various combinations of words in search or checking out their favourite tags to see what they’ve missed.
 
In Sweden, I think in the 1960's, they switched from left-hand to right-hand drive overnight. I guess you can't do it piecemeal. But the next day was quite interesting.
Same thing happened in Okinawa in 1978, but the other way.
 
I'm writing a paean to Terry Pratchett for the Geek Pride event, can you help me and translate the dialog from American to British? 🤔
Happy to Britpick!

I have a story ready to go, only I want to change a character's name. Which means getting up, firing up the PC, and sitting up for half an hour.

Maybe some tea, first. Then I'll get back to my boardgame-themed Geek Pride story, with some extra nods to Klaus Teuber who died last week. At least I don't need to worry what he might think of perverting Catan...
 
In Sweden, I think in the 1960's, they switched from left-hand to right-hand drive overnight. I guess you can't do it piecemeal. But the next day was quite interesting.
I understand the only fatality due to the switch was from a plane crash. The pilot was sure things on the ground would be so bad it would be safer to fly.
 
Now I should say thank you. That unfortunate guy in the video above, had he been in Britain, would have been hit by a "tram." If he needed to be extricated from his vehicle, it would have been done by the "fire brigade." If the train had been carrying freight, it would have had "goods wagons." Since he missed the warning lights and gates, he could be insulted, I guess, by being called a "wanker." (Is the latter Australian too?)
Not bad. I’ll add to it.

A red hatchback jumped a train barrier (trams tend to have their own space on the roads and it’s unusual for their to be barriers like this) in Wigan and was hit by a train. However it was only knocked onto the pavement (sidewalk) and the driver escaped unharmed. Onlookers called for help on their mobiles (cellphones) whilst also giving the wanker hand gesture (✊). Police issued a statement saying “that guy drove like a bellend” (dick).
 
I normally love pressing publish but right now I am experiencing:

THE AGONY OF PRESSING PUBLISH

In the very near future I'm going to press Publish on Chapter 14 of We're a Wonderful Wife and bring a story I've been working on for a year and a half to a close. I fell in LOVE with my characters, and even though I'm not saying goodbye to them, the story has ended. It didn't land where I originally wanted it to end, but in a better, sunnier place, a happier, more loving ending. But the thought of pressing publish hurts, almost as bad as the day I came home and gathered up the kids and said, "Daddy has orders, I have to go to Korea."
It’s great when you fall in love with characters, but it does make it tough NOT to give them a happy ending. But why shouldn’t they? We put our folks through emotional wringers I think it’s natural for us to want to see them get out the other side older and wiser.
 
It’s great when you fall in love with characters, but it does make it tough NOT to give them a happy ending. But why shouldn’t they? We put our folks through emotional wringers I think it’s natural for us to want to see them get out the other side older and wiser.
I wrote a series where I fell in love with the characters and then [spoiler avoidance] was a bit mean to them in the end.

It was a real emotional rollercoaster to write that one. I had to have a little lie down when I'd finished.
 
I wrote a series where I fell in love with the characters and then [spoiler avoidance] was a bit mean to them in the end.

It was a real emotional rollercoaster to write that one. I had to have a little lie down when I'd finished.
Which story was it?

Funnily enough it was a story like that which got me into this gig.
 
Not bad. I’ll add to it.

A red hatchback jumped a train barrier (trams tend to have their own space on the roads and it’s unusual for their to be barriers like this) in Wigan and was hit by a train. However it was only knocked onto the pavement (sidewalk) and the driver escaped unharmed. Onlookers called for help on their mobiles (cellphones) whilst also giving the wanker hand gesture (✊). Police issued a statement saying “that guy drove like a bellend” (dick).
After ingesting everything that TopGear UK filmed that made to this shore I can say with minimal certainty that the car in question, being red, could easily be called a "Hot Hatch"
 
Not bad. I’ll add to it.

A red hatchback jumped a train barrier (trams tend to have their own space on the roads and it’s unusual for their to be barriers like this) in Wigan and was hit by a train. However it was only knocked onto the pavement (sidewalk) and the driver escaped unharmed. Onlookers called for help on their mobiles (cellphones) whilst also giving the wanker hand gesture (✊). Police issued a statement saying “that guy drove like a bellend” (dick).
I can't find any link to a video on this thread, but I don't think I'd say 'jumped a train barrier', rather 'zoomed around a lowered barrier at the X Road level crossing and was hit by a train. ... A police officer was heard to say, "That guy drove like a total bell-end."'

The official statement would be a tad (tiny bit) more polite.
 
Same thing happened in Okinawa in 1978, but the other way.
So Japans is left-hand drive, and Okinawa was the one part that didn't have that. I've heard that Russians like to buy used cars from Japan, even though the steering wheel is on the wrong side. I suppose they have more important things to worry about.
 
Not bad. I’ll add to it.

A red hatchback jumped a train barrier (trams tend to have their own space on the roads and it’s unusual for their to be barriers like this) in Wigan and was hit by a train. However it was only knocked onto the pavement (sidewalk) and the driver escaped unharmed. Onlookers called for help on their mobiles (cellphones) whilst also giving the wanker hand gesture (✊). Police issued a statement saying “that guy drove like a bellend” (dick).
In Los Angeles it's called light rail and it sometimes runs in the streets and sometimes it runs in its own right-of-way, like this one, with gates. Two to three-car trains of them are common. Bell-end (with a hyphen?) is a new one for me. British insults are perhaps more subtle yet wittier than American ones. There must be an online list of them somewhere.
 
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I can't find any link to a video on this thread, but I don't think I'd say 'jumped a train barrier', rather 'zoomed around a lowered barrier at the X Road level crossing and was hit by a train. ... A police officer was heard to say, "That guy drove like a total bell-end."'

The official statement would be a tad (tiny bit) more polite.
Here in the states they're called Grade Crossings. Ignoring those flashing lights seems to be a global form of entertainment

 
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