Ah so this hot weather we’re having here in the UK has determined whether or not I am fit for Californian life or not, I am not; this heat makes my brain go fuzzy and I’ve not done anything remotely creative all week, two weeks of work lag and all I can think about is place names in my story – nothing more and nothing less.
Thankfully I live in the West Midlands where the weather is balanced in comparison to other places in England, in my opinion. This weather is unlikely to last another week, but in case it does I may have to try and buck my ideas up and start writing whether I can think or not, whether I am turning out crap or not; because, in a word, not writing is killing me, OK that was more than one word but as I said my brain is fried.
My reading pile has increased since this hot weather set in, but instead of reading the masses of books that’s piling up around me, I am sitting and staring at them and trying to give myself leverage for two or three hours before finally picking up a book, reading three pages and then falling asleep.
I get heat stroke so easily and with my other health problems it’s not very nice to me. Though this sunshine makes life less painful, it also makes me shockingly tired, why is my body so awkward?
On a good note I don’t eat much during this weather and I have lost 9llbs in a fortnight.