It Is Really, Really Hot
My air conditioner broke today and the guy can't come out until tomorrow.
It is hot in my house.
Really, really hot.
Like I'm blogging at 11pm because it's too hot to sleep, hot.
Like I'm emailing all of my writing friends at 11pm to see if they are awake also, hot. (Because, let's face it, writers keep really weird hours and are probably the only people I know who stay up really late on week nights.)
I really wanted to work on my wip tonight, but kept getting distracted. Emails from friends, two separate school functions, broken air conditioning units, phone calls from two different family members and a friend (a saint friend who made me dinner.)
And I'm at this really great place in my wip that I'm really excited to write and where all the fun stuff and kissing (yes, kissing) is about to happen, and I can not find time to sit at the computer and write (well, except this blog post...)
Do you ever have those days when you are dying to work on something, but just can't seem to make it to the computer?
It is hot in my house.
Really, really hot.
Like I'm blogging at 11pm because it's too hot to sleep, hot.
Like I'm emailing all of my writing friends at 11pm to see if they are awake also, hot. (Because, let's face it, writers keep really weird hours and are probably the only people I know who stay up really late on week nights.)
I really wanted to work on my wip tonight, but kept getting distracted. Emails from friends, two separate school functions, broken air conditioning units, phone calls from two different family members and a friend (a saint friend who made me dinner.)
And I'm at this really great place in my wip that I'm really excited to write and where all the fun stuff and kissing (yes, kissing) is about to happen, and I can not find time to sit at the computer and write (well, except this blog post...)
Do you ever have those days when you are dying to work on something, but just can't seem to make it to the computer?
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