Vernal Equinox

It's only been a few days into spring and it already feels like summer here. I went outside yesterday and after about ten minutes I was sweating so profusely that I had to come inside, shower, and change. The bright side of all this is that, hey, it's not so cold anymore that I feel my limbs and extremities are about to fall off.

The thing that I don't really like about hot weather is that I like to wear jeans and slacks all year around, despite my owning about five pairs of short [two of which are shamefully short and do not get worn in public]. I like wearing flip flops year round, so footwear isn't a problem for me in the warmer months. But pants? In spring? When it's currently 70 degrees and the sun hasn't even risen yet? Pants are a problem.

Denim that feels threadbare and breezy in the dead of winter suddenly becomes as heavy as a bolt of cloth and twice as hot as a kiln in the not-so-dry heat. Shirts, too, are a bit problematic as it seems that I cannot find that magical fabric that is light enough to not induce sweat when out in the heat, but not see through or ugly. Such is life.

Before I go, WRITING UPDATE: I mentioned a couple posts ago about this story I'm working. That story has since been finished. Or, rather, that version. It had and still has alternating points of view and while I'm not one of this people who "hears" my characters' voices or dreams about them, having to keep them all straight was a pain, so I'm doing a rewrite.

I know that the previous statement makes it appear as though doing a rewrite is some sort of pleasure comparatively speaking, but it will give me a chance to re-experience the story in a different and hopefully correct manner. And, maybe, I will finish it before I get too sick of it.

The Best Book Ever

I know this is years old, but I'm posting it anyway because I have just found it. Also, I think that some people have this approach to writing. That is all. Enjoy.