A submission I made yesterday required a synopsis. I didn’t have one, and a quickly scribbled one starkly revealed all that was flawed with the story. Clearly I should write a synopsis as soon as I know shape of a story, and use the insight produced to improve the story.

“I gave odds you’d be here admiring this sculpture.”
“Really? Why?”
At the princess’s nod, I looked back to the sculpture, in which Shiva’s arm reached around Parvati’s back to fondle her breast.
“Oh. Yes. Very much my sort of thing.”
“You and any man,” she said.

What with laundry, grocery shopping, fixing lunch (bone-in ribeye steaks), and then eating lunch, I had not gotten to my writing for the day. But now I am fueling up with a (probably unwise) energy drink and #amwriting.

I’m a little sad they replaced this sign. It was charming.