All of you who have ever written anything know the appeal of line editing a manuscript. Me, I'd rather have my eyebrows waxed with molten lead than sit down to the necessary job.
The Hades-like heat that has already descended on North Florida. If I go outside for more than a few minutes, I sweat. And, no, I don't glow nicely or get a bit misty, or any of those lovely euphimisms. I was always told that Southern Ladies do not sweat. Well, let me tell you, this one does!
The alternative is sitting at the computer in the pleasant air-conditioned study, forcing myself to drink iced tea with a sprig of mint and edit. Alas.
How many more months until Fall?