|Why yes, that towel does say “It’s five o’clock somewhere.” And your point is?|
As you can see I’ve been working diligently on writing…. The temps in Portland swooned up to 100 degrees yesterday, so refuge was sought in the chilly mountain runoff called the Columbia River. AAAHHHHHH….
Today? Back to the grindstone. And sweat. Dribbling out from under my arms…. Which makes working on a Scottish novel set in wet-chilly-foggy Springtime Scotland hard. As I mentioned on Facebook today, no doubt this heat will infuse itself into my writing somehow, like:
“Rowan, suddenly hot and sweaty from the blast of furnace heat, reaches back and pulls his shirt off. He stands half naked with sweat beading up on his lean, tight musculature…”
Anyway, I’m off now to see how to make dinner without turning the stove on, or creating heat of any kind…
|Me. Workin’ reeeeeeeeeeeal hard.|