Short and Sweet
I hate synopsising. I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it.
After however long of bitching and scratching and gnawing at ninety-plus pages of script, the last thing I want to do is be succinct about it. I’m all out of succinct after condensing working draft text like -
- into -
When asked to cram the past month or so’s work into a freaking convenient one- or two-pager, my first impulse is to shriek, You wanna synopsis?, snatching up any sort of writing surface - a book, a piece of paper scrap, the applicant’s forehead - and scrawling out -
I never act on my impulse because, upon being asked, I immediately and automatically answer:
… Sigh.