See those beautiful shoes over there? The ones with the tiny heels and no cushion? Yeah, those sexy stiletto heels that transform my legs into long, lean, *mumble-mumble-mumble*. What? My mom reads these posts! I wore them to a wedding knowing full well that their comfort would succumb to blister inducing pinching within a few hours. But when I walked out of the bedroom and throughout the evening, the hungry look on my husbands face made each painful step worth it.
In that same vein, I don’t know a single person who would sit down and write a synopsis for fun. Side note, if by chance you do that sort of insane thing call me up because I have a project that will send you into a state of oblivion akin to a heroin high. Synopses are from the devil, or at the very least, the villainous woman who inspired The Devil Wears Prada.
To summarize an entire 80,000 word novel into one page is a task I never imagined I would be doing. Yet here I am, making my hair stand on end writing a synopsis because I know how sweet it will be when I land an agent that meshes well with me and we sell my book to a publishing house. So I will put up with the pain until I can finally say in the words of Johnny Drama, VICTORY!