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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.

Works both ways. Keeps us all sane.
Next time I decide to do 8 meetings in a day, someone whack me.

How’s that for calling you out, Mun42?

Angela’s class isn’t the first place I encountered the concept of GMC. It’s mentioned on page 10 of Writing with Emotion, Tension, & Conflict, with an order to get it and read it.

After I started reading Angela’s lessons, I realized I was being prodded in that direction anyway, so I got the Kindle version of GMC. I got about 20% through GMC when I realized I needed to take notes, so I’ve been doing just that. Lots of notes. (Confession time. I’m a character-driven mostly pantser. Cantata has a plot, but it reads like a soap opera. I did indeed write down motivations, goals, lessons the characters need to learn, and all that–but not in a easily-referenced fashion. More like you’d expect from a pantser.)

Anyway.

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Y’all have officially ruined me, what with your correcting of my accent and stuff.

I’m reading a Regency romance, set in London, written by an American (you know where this is going). Was enjoying it even, thank you very much, until I came across the word “gotten” in dialogue.

BOING!

Yeah.

Thanks, ever so. Really. (I mean it, sincerely, really, cross my heart and all, my writing is better for it. My reading…not so much. Bah.)

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How I feel today….