Want to see a writer spontaneously combust? Put me outside in the middle of July! How anyone can write at the beach, by the pool, or at the lake is beyond me. My HVAC unit died on the hottest day of July so far, and my fictional murder mystery was in danger of becoming a true crime episode had the repairman not shown up at my door that evening! Summer heat fries my brain and any words that I might possibly write disappear when sweat runs down my face.
So for those kindred spirits who are also heat-averse, I offer a few chuckles to amuse you while you scribble inside in the cool.