Still Too Hot.

There’s a reason why I don’t read romance novels set in exotic tropical climes:  I hate hot weather, and the tropics have almost nothing else.

I spent three years in the Republic of Panamá, back when my husband/co-author was in the Navy, and every year we spent there, I moved my ideal location for permanent settlement another tier farther north.  One more year down there, and right now I’d probably be living in the Yukon.

Some good did come of it, though.  Get hot enough and bored enough, and you’ll start writing fiction to keep yourself occupied, and the next step after that is selling some of it, and after that, you’re doomed hooked.

I really will post about Pacific Rim real soon now, I promise.  Just not tonight.

2 thoughts on “Still Too Hot.

  1. Aha. Now I understand why I set my romance novels in chilly, soggy Ireland and northeastern France: spending 2 years in metropolitan DC, 4 years in Hawaii, 1 year in Virginia, 8 years in North Carolina and 5 1/2 years in Florida canceled out 19 years in Chicagoland, 2 years in Germany, 3 winter months in Spain, 2 1/2 years in the Aleutian Islands and 13 1/4 years in Indiana.

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