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Apr. 18th, 2006 03:30 pmI heart Megan McCafferty. I emailed her yesterday to let her know how much I enjoyed Charmed Thirds, and she responded the very same day with a thank you. I hope I manage to be as gracious and responsible with my fans come that faraway day when I'm a published author. Especially if I manage to make such a successful go of it as she has.
In other news, it is HOT down here. It is currently 86ºF (that's 30ºC to you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
briary_flower) but feels like 91ºF due to all the fucking humidity. I love living near the coast, but shit, if you aren't right there on the water, you get all the humidity with none of the cool ocean breezes. Of course, from June to November, there is always a chance your house and all the things inside it could end up like a large pile of matchsticks. Or just government property if you're lucky enough to find your house in one piece. Still. I've always loved the idea of living in a cozy beach house.
Which reminds me, hurricane season is coming up, which in turn brings back shudder-inducing memories of last year's Rita debacle. After all that, I'm not sure I would hit the road again, even if a Cat5 had his/her eye on us.
In other news, it is HOT down here. It is currently 86ºF (that's 30ºC to you
briary_flower) but feels like 91ºF due to all the fucking humidity. I love living near the coast, but shit, if you aren't right there on the water, you get all the humidity with none of the cool ocean breezes. Of course, from June to November, there is always a chance your house and all the things inside it could end up like a large pile of matchsticks. Or just government property if you're lucky enough to find your house in one piece. Still. I've always loved the idea of living in a cozy beach house.Which reminds me, hurricane season is coming up, which in turn brings back shudder-inducing memories of last year's Rita debacle. After all that, I'm not sure I would hit the road again, even if a Cat5 had his/her eye on us.
