According to the news, today is the 31st day in a row of temperatures of 110 degrees or higher here in Phoenix. It’s the hottest August on record. And if we top out 110 again tomorrow, we’ll have broken the record for the longest period of time for any month/months of consecutive temperatures of at least 110. This is really not good. In fact, it sucks ass.
You know how I was saying I think my depression’s coming back? Well, what if it is just this terrible heat? I realized today that everyone is sort of grumpier than usual these days. No one is doing much of anything, it feels like. It’s not just me. It’s all of us who chose to move to the hottest part of the country… by the way, what the hell were we thinking, again? Why would anyone want to live here?!
(Of course, I won’t be saying this in January.)
I think that my brain is starting to cook from the outside-in. That would explain why I feel like absolute crap right now. I’m trying to wrap up an article and damned if I can’t seem to make one thought/concept flow out in a neat, intelligent way. It’s like every synapse is firing at a super-slow, flickering pace. I keep wanting to open my cranium and shake the brain around in there, like “C’mon, stop fritzing out!” Kind of like when you shake and slap a flashlight on the palm of your hand to get the beam of light to stabilize.
When my brain is NOT busy cooking, I’ve had a couple of neat things to consider. For one, the one awesome Match.com guy has been writing to me a lot. He’s taking my lead, which is fantastic– I don’t feel like he is being pushy or bothering me at all. He told me last weekend that he was writing some fiction and I asked him about it. He wrote back yesterday and told me this amazing-sounding plot that really impressed me. He was worried I would be uninterested in replying to him, because part of his story has to do with an American-South slave tradition involving medicinal-plant-induced abortions… I couldn’t write back to him fast enough to tell him that was totally NOT the case with me. I told him how much I liked his idea, actually. Because I did. I was very, very surprised.
He asked me about my writing, so I told him about all THREE of my books!
He wrote back the coolest email. He said I was “incredible.” He’s never told any of his dates about his book, let alone the details of the plot… and he said he loved how my mind works and was all impressed with my stories, too. He recommended I read a couple books that somehow reminded him of my “Jinni” story… I checked already, and none of them have the same plot at all– the tones and themes are apparently similar; and how cool is it that a guy can discuss tones and themes?!
Well, that kind of did it. Now I want to meet him.
I think I’ll email him later today to ask him when he’d like to get together. He is still the only person I have been communicating with on Match. I’m so picky and selective. But I CAN be, so I don’t care.
As for the zombie-book guy, I.M., I haven’t heard from him; meaning, he hasn’t responded to any more of my FB posts or comments I made on a couple of his posts. I don’t know how to be cool about this… I mean, what the hell is the protocol with commenting on a semi-celebrity’s page? I don’t want to be like the weird stalker lady. But I also would like to stay sorta on his radar, you know? It’s a tricky little thing. Not that anything could ever really come of this, like he would want to talk to me more or something, but…what if? What if there was a slight chance he’d be interested in getting to know me, too? That would be too much fun. So, yeah. We’ll see, I guess. But of COURSE, I expect nothing.
OK, back to article purgatory. I hope that it’s cooler wherever you are today than it is here! And if you are here, too, well then… let us moan, sweat and melt away together.