But then I can’t imagine anyone in the south who loves August because damn it’s hot! I mean it’s hot all the time, except sometimes we get frigid 40 degree weather in like February or something :hysterical: But in August, the heat turns from just damn hot, to really fucking hot! And uhm my pool is not finished. Why? Well prior to us deciding to put in a pool, it had not rained in like three months. Want to take bets on how much rain we’ve got since they dug the pool? I told my husband it was the equivalent of doing a rain dance in full war paint.
Oh yes, build a pool and it will come. The rain that is.
So we’re behind. Decking is supposed to be laid this week. Plaster week after. Then put lots and lots of water and voila! Pool is ready. That is if it doesn’t rain. Again. As it has for every freaking day for a week.
My back yard looks worse than it did with the last two hurricanes. I can’t wait for it all to be over and then I can go be incurably lazy and flop in the pool. I know, I know, that wasn’t a pretty image. My apologies.
In book news? I finished The Darkest Hour. Well sort of. That was before my husband, the terrorist, read the book and told me in great detail just how badly I’d fucked it up. So now I have a very long list of revisions. And damn it, of course he’s right, because it would have been too easy for me to just roll my eyes and tell him he was out of his mind. No, I sat there very meekly and thought “Kill me now”
So yeah, I’ll be rewriting and also writing the next Desire. Because both books are due like now, or almost now. And I’ll try not to look out at the big hole in my yard and utter profanities.