The “F” word is running my life. No, silly. Not THAT “F” word. I’m talking about fear, a writer’s worst enemy. Fear of failure. Fear of rejection. Fear of success and how it’ll change our lives. Fear our mother and friends will think differently of us once they see just how demented our minds really are. Yeah. That’s a lot of fear.
The perfectionist part of me is procrastinating with my synopsis. Maybe if I research some more, I’ll do a better job. Maybe I’ll wake up and realize I wrote it in my sleep. Maybe Santa’s elves will do it for me. Okay. Time for a reality check. None of that is going to happen. AND THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A PERFECT SYNOPSIS. I have to focus, focus, focus. Sometimes, an agent won’t even read the synopsis until after they’ve decided to represent you. Hey! Maybe that’ll happen to me. Maybe the manuscript will sell itself. Maybe I’d better stop coming up with maybe comments and get back to work on the synopsis. Alright. I’ll get to it… in a while. :)