I'm sweaty. I'm uncomfortable. My head hurts.
I have TWO mosquito bites.
Like, how am I supposed to focus on characters or the storyline when my back and legs are sticking to the furniture? To top it all off, I wrote this blog about ten minutes ago, hit publish, and guess what? It didn't publish and deleted the entire thing. Fun times. Just adds to my heat-wave triggered bad mood.
Z and I live on different sides of the world, so when it's my summer it's her winter and vice versa. I find I write well in the autumn and winter (hot tea, fluffy scarves, hearty soup,) but how does this suit Z? How are we supposed to write a story when one of us is grooving in our surroundings and the other is a puddle of melted make-up and failed deodorant? (I just smelled my armpit to see if there was any truth to my comment.... Unfortunately, there is.)
Z, I haven't spoken to you yet because you're still asleep, but what season do you prefer to write in? Does the heat fuel your imagination or hinder it?