Too Hot To Write
Keeping cool becomes a major issue and enduring sleepless, sweaty nights where I wake up exhausted don't help, neither does the fact that showering only offers a refreshing respite for about twenty minutes. The glare on my computer screen sends me to the fridge for a cold drink every half hour, but in between I am unable to write a coherent sentence and suddenly the buzzing of the one pesky fly who escaped the spray is filling my head.
Why does a rise in temperature send my brain into lethergy mode? And I'm not talking about tropical, swamp levels here - this is England after all and 28 degrees is considered a heat wave.
Winter is far more accommodating. I can hunker down at a desk with my trusty computer and a steaming cup of coffee at my side and tap away for hours, oblivious to the lashing rain and the wind screaming down the chimney. In fact, I love the cosiness of being snug and warm while everyone else battles with the elements, my thought processes flow beautifully and I climb into my characters' heads and out again.
But one day of blazing, headache-inducing sunshine and all I can concentrate on is the fact my jeans are too clingy and my underwear- oh OK we won't bother going into that!
My friend Mirella posted on FB today that she's 'Loving Great Falls! Much hotter here too. Writing up a storm.'
Huh? Am I alone in this, or just peculiar?