Goodness gracious me, I thought writing a title was hard work.
You’ll recall me complaining about that last week no doubt. No? In that case, it’s over here (but come back soon).
Having (almost) come up with a working title that works, then changed it again, changed it back, gone back to the original title, then broken down sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, screaming “It’s only a few words!! How can it be so HARD??”, I asked Delightful Other Half for help. She came up with a stormer straight away.
So, one more trauma safely behind me, I launched straight into the synopsis.
Oh dear Lord, the synopsis. Is this some evil ruse by agents to weed out writers who don’t have what it takes to survive an SAS training regime followed by several months of being locked in a coal bunker?
I’ve already written the damn book and now you want me to write it again, only shorter? Shorter, but containing all the same information and emotion?? What kind of twisted sadists are you lot?
And if I don’t get it absolutely spot-on, you won’t even get as far as taking a teeny little peek-ette at the other 85,000 words I’ve toiled for four years over?
How about if I just stick a whole wodge of tenners to a sheet of A4 and we’ll call that your motivation to read the book?
**Gratuitous over-use of question marks in this post should be excused on the grounds of synopsis psychosis**