Having survived the snowmegddon, those of us on the East Coast are struggling through heatmegddon (yeah not quite the same ring). Heatatastrophe? Heatalamity? Whatever it gets called, it is HOT here.
Too hot for anyone, let alone a Brit. Rain I can cope with. Weeks and weeks of gray sky? Bring it on, my spirits shall remain high. Even the snow wasn't too bad. But 100 degree temperature AND humdity? Forget it.
Of course my WIP is set during winter time.
I am sitting here watching the temperature rise and rise, writing about snow. My characters are constantly struggling into and out of hats, and boots, and thick wool coats. They wrap long brightly knit scarves around their necks. They walk briskly from place to place, hands shoved deep in their pockets, unless they rest in someone elses. In which case they lament the fact they're wearing gloves. The sky is that amazing true blue, not the washed out almost white, I can see from my window. There is the scent of cinnamon and spice and fur cones in the air and night never seems far away.
EMMA is set during the last. hot, sticky days of a Maryland summer. I wrote it during snowmeggedon. which which seems typical. I may have to go back and see if I remembered this heat right.
Hope you're cool wherever you are.