The tasks I set myself yesterday to do today got preempted by a new task: write synopsis of The Emperor of the Elflands so my agent can present it to my editor like half a dead vole.
Or, you know, not.
That task has not been finished, because I hate writing synopses--hate it, precious, hate it we does--so my other tasks also languish. Although I did get the assassination attempt finished.
Or, you know, not.
That task has not been finished, because I hate writing synopses--hate it, precious, hate it we does--so my other tasks also languish. Although I did get the assassination attempt finished.
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Date: 2008-10-02 04:39 am (UTC)That is about the way I feel about synopsis. Ravaged by cats and left to die on the doorstep is too good for them.
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Date: 2008-10-02 05:01 pm (UTC)Awesome analogy! I'm going to think of that when submitting manuscripts. I got this for YOU! *wet thud*