Today is actually kind of delightful--a beautiful summer day, and while it's quite warm it's not too humid, and the hosue is staying cool from the night before. And I managed to get 1441 words on The White City, for a total of 14,100 words, which makes me exceptionally happy. I even stopped mid-sentence, which I never do, because the numbers pleased me so.
I still don't know what the plot is, mind you, but I did figure out what the next step in the investigation is, and I skipped to writing that. Maybe my brain will solve the other problem while I'm looking over here at this other shiny thing and pretending not to watch it work.
Anyway, very contented to have got some work done, and now I am going to go practice guitar and maybe grab a nap until it's time to go climb.
Apparently this weather is a brief reprieve before tomorrow, which is meant to be a sauna again, but the Weather Gods have the end of the week cool and bright, which will be very pleasant--possibly even a little stiff, as I am supposed to be whale-watching out of Rye, New Hampshire on Saturday.
Be brave, Bear. September is coming. We just have to hang on.