…writing a synopsis would cause so much physical pain?Â Apparently everyone knows this.Â I knew this to be true but I did not truly understand until I began avoiding my computer at all costs when the blank document mocked me from my computer screen.Â I even saved it as “Synopsis.”Â I just had nothing to put in it.Â So I stalled.
I cleaned my office.Â I unpacked boxes (we only moved in a year ago.Â I guess now is as good a time as any to start unpacking).Â I cleaned the kitchen.Â I did laundry.Â I even, gasp, made dinner!Â I haven’t done that in two weeks!Â And now, I am blogging.Â How pathetic.Â I just need to write a few words!Â I’ve already written the story, why should a few words telling it be so difficult?
I heard an explanation of sorts tonight.Â Writing creatively draws heavily on the right side of the brain:Â you show the story in vivid detail.Â Writing a synopsis is the antithesis of creativity.Â It forces the writer to go against everything she has learned, crafted, honed, struggled to capture in her writing:Â tell not show.Â
I am learning a vast deal about this process.Â I don’t want to.Â I wish I could just go to Borders or Barnes and Noble and pick up the Cliff’s Notes for Synopses.Â Or better yet, a fill in the blank form.Â I can see it now:
My hero/heroine (circle one) isÂ named _________________.Â He/she (circle one) has a crisis when ______________________.Â He/she (circle one) _______________ then he/she __________________.Â The story ends when__________________.Â
Can’t get much more telling than that, I suppose.
And all this time, the blank page has not moved.Â “Still here!” it taunts.Â “Take your time!Â I’m not going anywhere!”
Great.Â Now it has its own voice.Â Who knew?