It was a bumpy ride last week, folks. First P had his surgery and seemed to be doing well, then he got a post-op infection. I hauled him off to our family doctor, where IV meds and re-operation were hinted at, and he wanted to see P again in less than 24 hours, he was just that concerned. 🙁
Fortunately, P has turned the corner, and although his once-formidable stamina (get your mind out of the gutter, folks) is but a memory at this point, I’m pleased to report he’s definitely on the mend. 🙂
All those emotional ups and downs would have been more than enough for me, but there’s context to this story. I had a writing conference I planned to attend this last weekend.
Crazy to even contemplate, huh? My husband had been through surgery only four days prior, and I was contemplating leaving town???
But the conference had been booked months before P’s surgery date was set, and since it featured an agent I’ve heard fantastic things about and an editor who buys similar books to mine, P and I had talked it over. He wanted me to go. Extended family would pitch in, if required.
So I’d spend days crafting a synopsis that was to be workshopped this last Saturday, and while doing so, I had imagined a plethora of outcomes: At one extreme were my peers rolling on the floor, helpless with laughter at both my story and my clumsy attempt to distill it into a synopsis. At the other, the agent and editor so dazzled they asked for a full. Guess which one I was rooting for?
By Thursday, when I knew I couldn’t attend, I was torn between acute disappointment and staggering relief. Then P turned the corner and pushed me to go, if only for dinner Friday evening.
The idea had merit. I wouldn’t be able to/have to pitch; I’d get to actually meet the guests of honor and see if they were people I’d like to work with some day; and I’d still get my synopsis critiqued. As for P, my family was willing to be my eyes and ears at home for the evening and I wouldn’t be gone long enough to miss a significant relapse.
So I did it. I showered, dressed in business attire, drove the three hours south, battled Calgary’s notorious construction traffic. I even arrived a smidgeon early and used the time to check my e-mail…only to learn that my synopsis had not been received.
Okay. Disappointing news, right? Except by the end of the dinner – which I enjoyed very much – I had the agent’s card in my wallet and instructions to mail my synopsis for private feedback. It seemed the best of both worlds.
Then I got the news last night from a writing friend: there had been a communication glitch about the communication glitch about the paperwork. You following that? Not only had my synopsis arrived, but it had already been critiqued. My friend had the papers to prove it.
Aaaaand the gist, after all that: My synopsis is… confusing, too detailed, and – worst of all – lacks voice. Ugh!
You know what? I’m sure all these things are true. In a few days, I’ll dust myself off and have a long, hard look at the feedback. I’ll figure out where I need to do better and ask you guys for resources you can recommend about synopsis-writing, because obviously the ones I’ve found haven’t managed to penetrate my thick skull.
(Actually, since we’re already here, I’d love to have those references in the comments below.)
But not today. Today is for sipping my ginger tea while I’m squashed under the comforting weight of Pepper, the largest cat in the house. While her purr rumbles through my body, I’ll listen to some Enya, and eventually work my way into something energetic and uplifting. Quite possibly I’ll even bake some muffins.
Yup. Whereas most Mondays I can’t wait to bite into the routine and feel productive, today’s biggest decision will likely be between oatbran raisin and double chocolate pumpkin. ‘Cause I’ve finished the rollercoaster ride for the moment, folks. It’s safe to eat now without worrying about vomitting on other people below. Right?