The anatomy of a synopsis:
1:40pm - This might not be so bad. I think I’m getting somewhere. Why did I push this off so much?
2:01pm - So, two pages is not a lot of real estate. New game plan—just write the thing, then cut. I can do this.
2:22pm- Why the hell did I write a book with two parallel storylines?
2:34pm - Okay, I’m talking to my computer. Out loud. In the middle of Barnes & Noble. I literally just started pulling my hair, too.
3:08pm - Epic progress! But I’m on the bottom of page two, and Part Two has JUST opened. Not good.
3:12pm - …and I’ve started making up words.
4:38pm - I’m at the bottom of page three, and I’m only three-quarters through the plot. I also just Freudian Typed myself, and wrote “Paige” instead of “page.” Is this over yet?
5:09pm - Draft one done. 4.5 pages.
5:33pm - Okay, now 4.5 pages need to POOF into two. Where is my fairy godmother? Hey, you listening, lady?
6:39pm - Down to 3.5 pages. This almost looks like a synopsis. Emphasis on almost. I want to cry.
7:18pm - Editing. Still effing editing. I have a feeling neurosurgery is easier.
10:35pm - Holy mother of god. I have a synopsis.
