Happy Heat Dome Week to everybody on the Eastern Seaboard! For those who are about to Cook, I salute you! That's a paraphrase of an old A/C / DC hit, for those who don't know. The temp this morning was an mild 71 (F) when I rolled out of bed. We're in for a stretch of 90 (F) days. I'm prepped for the heat wave. For those working outside this week, remember to hydrate. Oh, wait, let me amend that since the moronic Governor of Florida, Ronnie D., signed legislation removing legally required water breaks for those working in the summer heat. So, except for those laborers in Florida, please remember to hydrate responsibly.
And I did work yesterday. Father's Day. All those who identify as male got a Father's Day snack. I ate mine when I worked on Saturday. It was a nice gesture. Business, as expected, was terrible. From about 2 pm on the store was a ghost town. Sadly, this is how most of the Sundays have been for the past few weeks. The faux holiday created by Hallmark was no different from the rest. As a result, I got in over 11,000 steps and wrote a full page for the new book.
Here's a bit on how I write. I'm not one of those writers who sits in front of his laptop constantly thinking of the story and what words are needed to move it forward. Nope. I'll write a sentence or two, and then go do something, like put a couple dishes in the dishwasher, or, if they're already washed, take a few out. After a few minutes, I'll go back and write another few sentences, maybe a paragraph. Some days I'll 3 or 4 pages written, somedays only 2 or 3 paragraphs, and everything is subject to revision, that's a constant.
I saw this yesterday and thought it so appropriate.

