104, 99 with windchill

[ellarien]

That was at 6.30. It's a little cooler now, but we're under an official National Weather Service heat advisory until Wednesday afternoon, and the start of the rainy season has been postponed until next weekend.

I am officially too hot to write. On the other hand, I had a whole new setting, with a character and vacancies for at least three others, drop into my head at lunchtime. Trouble is, it wants to be told in present tense -- though not second person -- and with sentence fragments that I'm not sure my inner unloved English teacher will let me get away with; probably I've been reading too much Hal Duncan. Maybe I should just let rip sometime, and see what happens.

You don't have to be an exile to live here, but it helps; maybe half the inhabitants are exiles or descendants of exiles. There are worlds like this scattered here and there across the galaxy: marginal worlds on the edges of habitable zones; worlds used up and abandoned by their first inhabitants, scarred by the geometries of alien cities, littered with useless artifacts; dead-ends of the wormhole network; worlds where only the most virulent nanites can keep a human body alive; good places to dump the unwanted, the inconvenient, the noble, the ignoble, the mad.

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

You have to write that!

[ellarien]

It's definitely going in the ideas file, anyway.