After five days, I’m finally alone again. We’re all healthy (*knocks wood*) and everybody’s where they’re supposed to be today, which is not breathing my air.
I owe email responses and some other things. Working on them, promise.
Also still working on that damn synopsis. I find synopses for straight-up contemporary romances difficult to write. While the romance and suspense intertwine in a romantic suspense, I find the big external plot points give me a framework on which to hang the romantic arc in a synopsis. In the contemporary I’m on my own and I tend to ramble. A lot. It took me four pages to get to the end of the first three chapters, so…it’s a process. *sigh*
I bought a second office chair this morning so I can work at the dining room table with something even remotely resembling correct typing posture. (And so I’m not shredding my wrists on the Macbook’s surprisingly sharp edges.) I just put it together by myself, so hopefully I won’t have to share any injury reports later.
Off to deal with the destruction left in the wake of the Short Kid and I being sick…