Posts Tagged ‘Galleys’

Synopsis Heck

Saturday, January 31st, 2009

I’ve been in synopsis heck lately. Today I think I finally wrestled the thing to the ground and have it pinned. I’m trying to write another one, but we’ll see. I have pretty much ZERO ideas. I have a working name for the hero. Well, maybe I have a glimmer of an idea, but I need to tie this one into the previous one somehow. I really need to spend some time with the notebook brainstorming this one.

I’m sure you’ll be shocked if I confess that I LOATHE writing a synopsis. I loathe it even more when it’s a story I haven’t written. For me, my story develops as I write and discover my characters. Therefore, the synopsis I send to my editor prior to a sale will bear little, if any, resemblance to the story I actually turn in. It’s just one of those things a writer at my level has to deal with. With luck, one day I won’t have to write a synopsis in order to sell. But not yet.

So, I have to do some brainstorming on this second story.

And finish checking the galleys for My Forbidden Desire.

I’m feeling kind of overwhelmed. Rats.


Well, since I’m up late anyway…

Friday, January 30th, 2009

Had a day job thing to attend to tonight. Finally that’s done. I’m working on the galleys for My Forbidden Desire. This weekend I need to finish the synopsis I’m writing for the story to follow MFD. I may write up a second one, too. Maybe if there’s time.

Last night I finished Suzanne Brockmann’s Dark of Night and I get to say I told you so! I thoroughly enjoyed this book and yes, La Grande SB did indeed pull off her Decker/Dave controversy. I am completely and utterly satisfied with the way things came out, which I won’t mention here since I’m sure there are many people who haven’t read it yet.

My son didn’t have any school Thursday and Friday. He is competent enough to feed himself; he can get himself a bowl of cereal or cook some eggs or soup — any number of things to stave off starvation. There is, therefore, no reason for the following exchange we had when I got home from work on Thursday:

Me: Have you had anything to eat today? (Because I know my son)

Soccer Boy: No. I’m starving.

Me: Nothing at all?

Soccer Boy: Well, I had some Pringles.

Me: Pringles? That’s it? Why didn’t you make yourself some eggs or have cereal or toast or something?

Soccer Boy: I don’t know. By the way, we’re out of Pringles.


And now I’m going to bed.

Tomorrow: Synopsis Heck.