Stupid Hot Days, Summer Colds, and Wax People

Well, we all knew it had to happen eventually. We’d gotten to the middle of July and yet for the most part, this summer had been remarkable well-mannered.  Sure, it’s been warm, but not, like, unpleasantly, irrationally, unwholesomely, comes-into-your-home-and-eats-your-last-Thin-Mint-without-asking-you rudely, objectionably hot.  [For the record, I’m not allowed to use adverbs in my novels anymore, … Continue reading Stupid Hot Days, Summer Colds, and Wax People