What, Friday already?

Finished the too-long, inarticulate version of the synopsis last night. Man I hate writing synopses (all together now: Awwwwwwww). kinzel is kindly going over it now, pen in hand, and may he strike out much and well.

Paid bills this morning until I ran out of money (um, oops?), and need to make a post office run in a few minutes. This afternoon will no doubt be dedicated to reworking the dern synopsis, so that it and a freshly printed manuscript can be boxed and on the bus to Madame the Agent on Monday.

Then, I get to relax *insert hollow laughter*.

I note that for the second day in a row, it's bright and sunshine-y outside. Is that allowed?

...and here comes kinzel, pages in hand...