Thursday yes, but my Friday
I’m tired and sore this morning (no surprise, huh?) and I have a guest blog up at 10am at paranormalromanceblog.com.
Here’s the direct link to the post: http://paranormalromanceblog.com/2009/07/02/karen-whiddon-writing-is-hard-work
I’m also being interviewed today – again at 10am – at www.goodbadandunread.com. Yes, I’ve been busy blogging – as you know I was a guest blogger yesterday at my agent’s site – and busy getting ready for the holiday weekend, during which we’ll be camping. And it’s supposed to be over 100 degrees all weekend. Yikes!
This got me thinking. One of the questions I was asked for the interview was which do you like better, summer or winter. Actually, I like fall, or at least a crisp, New England/upstate New York fall, but that wasn’t an option. I chose winter because the summers here are…. well, pretty awful.
Where I grew up (the Catskills), we had summer. It got in the 80’s and maybe flirted with 90 once or twice, and that was plenty hot for me. It rained periodically, keeping things green, and as kids we used to play in the warm summer rain. When I moved to Boulder, CO as a teenager, the summers were way hotter and the sun burned quicker (it’s a mile closer there!), but when night came, the temps would drop dramatically and you could sleep with your windows open and a fan.
Not so in Texas. When summer arrives, it blasts onto the scene, arriving in a fury. A coolish day is high eighties or ninety. We often go for long stretches of over a hundred, and the rest of the time the temperature hovers in the high nineties. When you walk outside, it’s like stepping into a furnace. Even the swimming pool water heats up – ours was 92 the other day and felt like a sauna (which was wonderful, btw!)
Winters here are ho-hum. Occasionally we get snow or ice, but it’s not like when I was a kid. My dad was transferred a lot working for IBM and each new place I remember asking if they got snow there – because even as a kid, I knew I couldn’t live in a place without snow. Yet now, here I am. I’ve lived here since 1978 and STILL haven’t adapted to the summers. Honestly, who can? (Ok, my husband claims to love them, but he’s a native Texan.) And I still miss the snow. A lot. I’ve gone up to Colorado twice in February. Once I got snow, the other time not.
Ok, enough weather talk. I’ve got to go write. Yes, I’m sore from the workout and hoping on weigh day Monday I will be able to undo the damage I did last weekend. I plan to exercise while camping (cross your fingers for me!)






