I'm so glad it's dry here--if it we had triple digits AND high humidity, we'd all drop dead. Nah--you'd just complain about it like we do. And buy industrial strength mostiquo repellant.
Since I'm on the coast, actually--like, literally, a block away from the shoreline--we do get a nice breeze now and then, which helps. Further inland, it's like trying to breathe underwater. Or will be, when we get closer to summer.
As for plot bunnies--believe me, I have several. Not about the humidity per se, but about the swamp. (Remember last year, when the Great Dismal was burning?) Also we have a TON of local folklore with ghost, witches, and all kinds of fun things. If you've ever seen those Ghosts of Virginia books, that should give you some idea of what I'm talking about. They had like ten volumes the last I checked. And then there's the Ghost Walk that they do in the historic district every Halloween--Civil War ghosts. And in the very same neighborhood as The Other House, there's a for-reals haunted house with a poltergeist who gets uppity if they put the Christmas tree in the wrong place. (Seriously. It was in the paper.)
Actually, I sometimes wonder if growing up here may have had some impact on my fascination with the supernatural.
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Nah--you'd just complain about it like we do. And buy industrial strength mostiquo repellant.
Since I'm on the coast, actually--like, literally, a block away from the shoreline--we do get a nice breeze now and then, which helps. Further inland, it's like trying to breathe underwater. Or will be, when we get closer to summer.
As for plot bunnies--believe me, I have several. Not about the humidity per se, but about the swamp. (Remember last year, when the Great Dismal was burning?) Also we have a TON of local folklore with ghost, witches, and all kinds of fun things. If you've ever seen those Ghosts of Virginia books, that should give you some idea of what I'm talking about. They had like ten volumes the last I checked. And then there's the Ghost Walk that they do in the historic district every Halloween--Civil War ghosts. And in the very same neighborhood as The Other House, there's a for-reals haunted house with a poltergeist who gets uppity if they put the Christmas tree in the wrong place. (Seriously. It was in the paper.)
Actually, I sometimes wonder if growing up here may have had some impact on my fascination with the supernatural.