I posted not long ago about the dangers posed to writers by sunshine. Somebody was listening.
We had booked a week in Ajman (a lesser-known Emirate) certain that we would have uninterrupted heat and sunshine. We were half right.
All around the pool, experienced visitors explained to us how they had never seen cloud like this at this time of year. As the raindrops fell onto our towels, friends posted on social media that they had lived in the Emirates for three years and had never seen rain.
The silver lining must surely be no distraction. What else could I do, but boot up the wireless keyboard and the writing app on the iPad? It turns out that there were quite a few things that I could do other than write.
Drink beer was one.
Attempt to amuse a grumpy sun-worshipper spouse was another.
Catching a vicious variant of the common cold was an unexpected insult to be added to meteorological injury.
Not a word was added to the count in the soggy Emirate. Not a word was added in the week following as I bravely fought off the cold. (I know, pathetic.)
In 2013, we brought rain to the Mayan Riviera. This year it was the turn of Emirates. Next year – we are going to rent our services to a country stricken by drought. I think that there is money in it.
In the meantime – I might have to make this writing lark work; so off to the grindstone for me.
