Nope. Not.
I’m diagramming my GMC for Cantata. Ah, agony. So, let us write a synopsis. Recall that I suck at synopses. Yes. WTF. What a mess.
I’m a lunatic.
Look, this thing is all over. Admit it. I will fail. Embrace failure. Through failure, we grow. It will be spectacular.
Sadly, I haven’t been drinking absinthe. No benediction from the Green Fairy here.
So….here’s the deal. Once I get the synopsis done, does anyone want me to put it here? I’m thinking limiting access to the HP writers on LJ and putting it behind a jump (for spoilers as well as length). If you care to venture into the insanity, you can.
If not, it will remain a nagging temptation that is yours to bear.
On a better note–it was warm enough to open windows today. Hubby is in his comfy kilt. My glasses are here and adjusted for my special snowflake head.