I am working with my editor on a book. She was born and raised in Kansas and now lives in Colorado. As we plow through the manuscript, some of my regionalism becomes apparent, namely my affection for the word "up."
We load up the kids. We fill up our coffee mug. We get worked up. We like the word up in Northern Minnesota, and I used the word dozens upon dozens of times without even thinking.
Carol, the editor, has removed many of the ups, but wants to leave some because they are kind of cute, she says. As I go through through her edits, I find myself arguing for even more ups.
C'mon, you don't just fill the tank, you fill up the tank!