The colder the temperature, the easier it is to think, the easier my work is. I can not communicate effectively — send me to re-re school — in hot, muggy climates. Writing in the summer, therefore, can be one rough ticket, a struggle which verges on Sisyphusean. Often when I read what I produced during a hot spell, the pages can look foreign, as if someone else wrote them. In a way, somebody else did. A madman. Or at least a not-very-happy-man.
As a preventive strike against the heat wave this weekend, I cranked the AC in my little office to maximum this morning. It is now 11:15AM and the sweater, jeans and long sleeve shirt are not cutting it. God, it just doesn’t get any better than this.
Couldn’t agree more. The cold weather really beats the hot weather.
By the way, long time no see from Surmunity.
Mike, it has been a long while. I trust you are doing well?
Yep, I am doing well. All done the education part of my life (for now) and in the working world. I haven’t read the blog in the while, but I hope all is well for you (as well as your wife and Buddhapuss).
Can we expect to see your book hitting #1 in the NYTimes bestsellers list (maybe not literally.. but that sure would be sweet)?
Mike, congratulations on finishing school. Hope you have a gig that engages your considerable talents.
Thanks for the kind wishes for the Wife, Buddhapuss and myself. Much appreciated.
Re: my book hitting the best seller list. That event is completely out of my control. What is under my influence is writing to the best of my abilities, letting the story unfold as it wants, and then letting the project go. The rest happens as it will.
At present, I’m somewhere in the second of the three stages.
The fact that you asked this though, made my day. I owe you a beer.