truepenny | T-56 and counting

Today: 1,017 words

YES. I SUCK.

In my defense, I also did the page-proofs for my story in So Fey and wrote 186 words of the world's crappiest synopsis.* Of Summerdown. Yes, the book I haven't finished yet. I blame the synopsis for leeching out my will to live like a big ol' psychic vampire.

I hate writing synopses. I swear, I know of no faster way to make myself feel stupider than to try to explain in plain English what one of my books is about. It gives me metaphysical hives.** (You'll observe this phenomenon if you ever ask me in person, So, what's your book about? You can practically hear the IQ points hitting the floor.)

Hence, today was all about the angst and woe and joyless procrastination and stuckness. Don't forget the stuckness. Tomorrow, I will be smarter. Tomorrow, I will not try to work on the synopsis until after I've made my quota. Plus the 600 words I didn't write today.

Excelsior.

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*My publisher needs it. For publisher-things.

**Yes, I said metaphysical.