This week’s Thought of the Week is already late as it is, and that’s mainly because I just don’t feel like I’ve had any thoughts this week. I had one, I think, just before the weekend, but I can’t remember what it was. I have a list just for these kinds of thoughts – the ones that would make a good Thought of the Week – but I forgot to write it down there, too. In fact, forgetting is a bit of a problem for me. No, I’ve been feeling utterly thoughtless, and not a bit tired; despite getting more sleep than usual, come 8:00 PM and I just need to collapse.
So what’s left to talk about, when there aren’t any other subjects of discussion? The weather, of course.
It’s been beastly here. I’ve spent the better part of my life in climes where 80°F is hot, and a cool breeze pervades on most days. I’m used to a bit of sun peeking through clouds, and lots and lots of rain. Instead, it’s been consistently 95+°F for the past week, with humidity somewhere in the 70% range. I suppose that’s the real killer – the heat I can stand, but the humidity destroys me. It sucks at my soul, I swear. Incessantly sweaty, sticky, muggy and lethargic, even the slightest exertion and I’m absolutely drenched, a sensation I despise. Now, I realize that it could be a lot worse and most of you will say I have no grounds to complain (especially those who live in such unfathomable regions of the world as Texas), but for me, this is intolerable.
What’s curious is that, in attempting to escape such meteoric oppression, it turns out that I created a world whose weather is, for me, just right: Consolation. Consolation is the homeland of the protagonist of my book, The Redemption of Erâth. Now, I never thought about it until now, but Consolation reflects the kind of weather that I long for. Summers are filled with long, sunny days but not that hot, and the winters are crisp and clean, with just enough snow. Spring is fresh with the scent of flowers and pollen in the air, and autumn ends the year in the warmth of reds and oranges and golden trees. There is rain, but it isn’t humid. It’s a wonderfully dry country, even when it’s wet. A paradox that is only solved by one place in the world: England.
It’s not where I’m from, but it’s where I grew up, and the English weather is my home. The English complain bitterly about the weather, of course – mainly because it’s gray and cloudy and miserable most of the time (much like Consolation in its later years) – but they complain even more vociferously about everyone else’s, and so really those clouds are home, and no true Brit ever felt comfortable in Naples or San Diego, really. That’s why they all retire to Cornwall, where they can pretend an extra two days of sunshine (for a grand total of seven per year, of course) make it a Mediterranean climate and serves as an excuse to plant palm trees.
So I suppose all of this is for nothing, other than to say that without even thinking about it I created a world whose weather reflected my own personal tastes. I find that fascinating, because in all the time and effort I put into creating the world of Erâth, I never once considered why I had the weather be the way it was. I looks like I might have just been homesick.
Those of you who have created worlds (and those of you who can’t stand the weather of the world you’re in) – what is your ideal weather like?