The Plague

I’m going to move into my house, set up my work space, and presto! Magic will happen.

I’ll finish all my art projects and start preparing for my next show.

I’ll finally know how to write that synopsis.

I’ll be brilliant.

I’ll get published.

Right?

This house business has pushed and shoved over so many things–including my rational thought.

I bet I can flail around as much in the house as I do in this apartment. Only I’ll have more bills.

All the advice I’ve been given by smart and helpful people, and still I dither and whine… Many brilliant and hard-working writers are waiting for attention. The publishing business isn’t going to miss me. It would have to know me to miss me…

Do you suffer from “if…then…” thinking? Or maybe “as soon as I…then I’ll…”

I have a plague of it over here.

Synopsiphobia Smackdown

So, an agent has asked for a synopsis that reads like a book jacket. I’m not to give too much away, but to sell the story.

I feel the same way about a synopsis as I did about an outline in school.

But anyway. Here is my dumb idea of the day. Let me rephrase that. Here is my idea to toughen my skin.

I’m going to post my little book jacket attempt here. I’d love some feedback. (Yep. Love!) The usual grammar and typo mistakes pointed out. Does it sound compelling? Should it be a little longer? What else might I add? Subtract? You know…tell me that vague inexplicable thing that I want! (You can do that, can’t you?)

So. Here it is: The Blue Jar

Two best friends, Fran and Chesnie, 16, fear the same thing—Chesnie’s older brother Charlie. They both know his violence and his need for control.

Fran wants to forget everything that happened the night Charlie gave her a ride home. Chesnie wants revenge for that night and many others, and she thinks she knows how to make her brother suffer. She steals the blue jar, a sentimental, precious object, from Charlie’s room and goes with Fran into the woods at midnight. With magic Chesnie learned from her grandmother, Milla, the girls cast a spell to get what they each want, but while Charlie ends up in the hospital, his anger and impulses remain intact.

The girls move in with Milla, a midwife and potions-maker, because she is the only adult who believes them and keeps them safe. Safety, however, fails to solve everything as easily as they expect.

Fran bewilders her boyfriend who won’t give up on her no matter how she rejects him. She ignores her parents whose marriage is ending. She underestimates Chesnie’s need for revenge and where it will lead—from a safe haven to a house of prostitution, from desire to violence.

Thank you.