The neverending holiday has ended. Let all rejoice and drink champagne once the exhaustion has passed.
I keep forgetting to mention that Scott is now a NYT-approved expert on dogs chewing off faces… or something like that. He extracts the goods for you. Also, Uglies, the book that made him such, made Amazon’s top 10 books for teens. (And Looking for Alaska’s on there too; although, the lack of Valiant is truly scandalous.)
Another fabulous recipe care of Mr. McLaren, cookies with bourbon. (We have had far too many sweets here at Casa Bond/Rowe, and yet still we immediately devoured chocolates sent by friends as soon as we got home.)
For full contact sport enthusiasts, Miss Snark is critiquing synopses submitted by her readers. In the response to the first one, she says: The purpose of a synopsis for an agent is, in the words of Lucienne Diver "to make sure aliens don’t arrive on the farm in chapter 14". However, that’s not the writer’s purpose for a synopsis. A synopsis for a writer is part of your arsenal of persuasion. Yes, you write a capsule of the novel but you also make it enticing. You want an agent to read this and think "oh yes I want to read this".