I’m driving home and I get an email from my agent, and at the next intersection all I see is the words mostly I in the text before the light changes. Well, shoot, I think, she hated Scandal. I am depressed the rest of the way home. In the garage, I read the email bits in order. (Postini, the world’s greatest spam stopping program, also lets me forward emails to my phone. Naturally, my agent is on the list of emails I want forwarded.)

Oh. OK. This is much better,

She doesn’t hate Scandal. She loves it. She’s excited about it! What she has problems with is the synopsis. Well, those buggers are a challenge for me, no question about it. I’ve already addressed the comments she made in my chapters, nothing major at all. But the synopsis is a bigger beast, which I will tackle tomorrow because tonight Magellan’s Witch is calling my name to the tune of as many dang words as I can bang out. MW is going very well. It’s complexifying nicely.

Scandal is totally bitching since I fixed the crap out of it. But she’s right, the synopsis needs help. Yesterday I met with my prof and we talked about Scandal as it happens and Prof. Jaffe and my agent made very similar suggestions about what to do with the story. Apparently I am a plotting idiot. Which is true. Sigh.

Off to work on Magellan’s Witch and mentally process Scandal.

Also, Monday is a holiday, and the sign needs to go back on my door. Too little time, too many interruptions.