Too bloody hot to write today...
When I was young I loved writing in the heat, the hotter the better. I'd sit at the desk, towel for cover, the old typewriter before me, banging away on the keys, poetry, stories, dreams... I'd write through the day, drinking water, eating raw vegetables... until the sun went down...
then shower, clothes and off to a pub.
Now its just too damn hot.
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