I’ve waited for warmer weather since last fall when it disappeared. The older I get the more I dislike the cold and snow of the winter months.
Today is a hot, summer-like day. It’s 84 degrees and mostly sunny. The humidity is definitely there, but it sure beats the cold and snow.
I’m about 30 miles south of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. For the first time ever in its 100 years, the race was sold out. That means the race would be shown on television live.
I may sound horrible, but I haven’t had much an interest in listening or watching the race since I was a kid.
I mean a bunch of cars go around and around a track, but my patience isn’t there. As a younger kid, I used to listen to the race on the radio with my parents and brother.
But I don’t follow the race like I used to do. I can’t sit for very long and have to be doing something.
Sometimes one or more of the cars crash and cause the race to slow down until the mess is cleaned up. Once in a while someone dies because of a crash. Of course, that’s not good at all, but I have no desire to watch it.
The weather may have something to do with it as well as the crowd. As I’ve already said, I love the warmer temperatures, but we don’t get along if I get overheated. I have to be able to stay cool.
And the older I get the more I don’t really care about being in a huge crowd of people.
While the Indy 500 happens, I sit in Starbucks participating in a chat on Facebook about writing book blurbs.
I have written book blurbs for my three books. I thought I had done a pretty good job, but as I learn more and more about them, I realize they aren’t as good as I originally thought.
At this point, though, I have no desire to change them. That would mean changing the blurbs on the actual book covers, too, and I imagine that will cost me money. I would have to ask the book cover designer to change the back. I don’t want to do that.
The hostess of the chat is doing a great job. She said she attended a workshop and even other authors agreed that writing a blurb is hard.
But I do know one thing. I learned from this chat. I usually go back and reread through the comments and jot down some notes. This chat will be no exception.
And I’ll be working harder at writing better blurbs for my future books.
High school graduation
As I think back 29 years ago today, I remember my own high school graduation. It’s hard to believe I will celebrate 30 years of being out of high school next year.
I remember we had the girls wore white caps and gowns so I wore a white dress underneath the gown. Many of the girls weren’t happy about the white gown, but our class officers had made the decision.
What a great time that was. The memories…
Enough of the sentimental thoughts.