baby, it's cold outside

it's summer. last week we were all sweltering in hundred degree weather and mugginess that hit you like an anvil if you dared to step outside. it was bad. so why is it that i kept waking up last night from the cold, and i could barely drag myself out of bed this morning to shower because outside of my blanket was like antarctica? now it's really nice outside, but all of this weather changing is kinda ridiculous. especially when i don't have any sweats to put on because i already moved them into the apartment i'll be living in when i get back from the summer (my books are also gone and the empty bookcases across from my bed make me sad) and i'm left with shorts and t-shirts unless i wanna sleep in jeans.

anyway, so i wake up early today because i thought i had a million and three things to do before we left, but i grossly underestimated my ability to be productive and now i'm done with everything, my parents aren't home, my sister is still asleep, and nothing is on tv.

also, i realized that in all of my writings, i have a problem with starting too slow. it doesn't matter how long or short the piece is, i take too long to get to the hook. this was first brought to my attention when i entered sincerely, mr. nobody into that amazon contest a year or so ago. i realize that having been written in three weeks and practically unedited, i can't judge everything by it. but the same issue has since come up a few times with my shorter pieces, and i honestly don't know how to fix it. i've tried. so if anyone knows how to either bring the hook up or hint at the hook/foreshadow without hitting the reader in the face with it and could give me any advice, then i would be eternally grateful and forever indebted to you.

*Baby, It's Cold Outside - Bing Crosby