Heat And Writing Do Not Mix

Seems I claimed that I would have finally made it past 100 pages last week. Well, I did. Sort of. I typed page 100 yesterday. Seems to me that life and emergencies and all that jazz always intrudes. At least, I got there, even if it didn’t happen quite as soon as I’d hoped it would.

As much as writing is an inside task, the hot weather has sucked all the energy and maybe inspiration out of me. However, I will press on. I like the characters in this book and now that it’s finally coming together, maybe it won’t feel like waiting to give birth as the story progresses.