You would think after working eight years on a book, I would have such a good grasp of the concept along with the story, characters, et al, writing a 20-word premise could be a snap.
Sure, if writing and deleting every word for 47 hours, 20 cups of coffee, a sore scalp from pulling out all my hair, and cracked fingernails from pounding on my computer keys in teary-eyed frustration is considered a snap (long enough sentences there, for ya?).
Okay, it’s not that bad. But boiling down a 100k story into so few words is a challenge this lady doesn’t feel qualified to accomplish. At least not enough to make a bunch of people say, "Wow! I wanna read that book!"
Yes, this is a temper tantrum. No, I’m not giving up. Sometimes plopping down on the floor and screaming my head off helps to purge all the negative thoughts and feelings.
*plops down on floor and screams into pillow*
There. I feel better now. My apologies if my mental flailing hurt your eyes or emotional stability.
Back to work.