Being British, I naturally moan about the weather; most Brits do. We bemoan the fact it’s constantly raining, or it’s freezing, or the summer doesn’t make an appearance – not this year. Now we’re moaning it’s too hot.
The constant sunshine is beginning to pall, at least for me, and the heat is oppressive and makes getting a decent night’s sleep almost impossible. Why do I find never ending sunshine so depressing? Because by nature I’m a gloomy kind of a gal; you only have to read my books to see that
I’m in the middle of doing the final edit for book two of The Silver Flute Trilogy, Through the Gloaming, and given the dark nature of the story, the sunshine’s putting me off. I just can’t get in the right frame of mind, damn it!
So bring forth the storm clouds, unleash the rain, let free the lightning and give me back my muse.