A mystery solved.

Willow is not a spam Bot, but a warm, loving person.  Ya had me going for a while there, Willow.  Should’ve realised earliet.

Moving swiftly on from this sticky moment.  The struggles with the Query synopsis continue.

There I was, pleased as punch that we had successfully assembled a neat little synopsis which captured the quintessential essence of ‘FRAN, one mustn’t destroy the universe’ in under 250 words, when the doubts spread their insidious influence.  Although the Query synopsis (what is it’s real name?) broke the rules in what I hoped was a positive manner, it still lacked the punch and signature of individuality I was seeking.

So, girding my loins (girding too tightly brings tears to one’s eyes) I blasted out another version, then we agonised over it for a while.  Admittedly it wasn’t a long while, but it did take a bit of thinking. It really hurts the head.

With the Query synopsis neatly bedded, I noticed that the literary agency needed a proper synopsis and a bio.

Sigh.

My original hack of a synopsis was extracted, dusted off and inspected.  Hmmm, the writing of the Query synopsis really focuses the mind.  The original synopsis didn’t look or feel right.

Oh well, nothing for it, more tears to the eyes as I girded my loins, and tackled the synopsis.

Wow! Such freedom!  A whole one to two pages of space to expand the plot. Sheer luxury.

T’was done, but having had it rest a day, it is possible I may have to hack the thing again tonight.

As I said earlier, writing the novel is a breeze compared with all this Query letter and synopsis business.

And finally. The weatherman promised me it would get warm. Indeed, it was warm (well 3.5C) when I got to work, but there was this small matter of the temperature of -1.5C when I exited the house and had to scrap off the ice welded to my windscreen this morning.  Granted, it’s nothing like the stuff hitting places like the U.S., but that was expected.