I hate writing synopsis. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. It's a process of distilling to the key elements, and I usually end up with grain alcohol, and not scotch.

After struggling with a synopsis, and completely failing, I was ready to retreat into the safe havens of Final Draft. Fortunately, Ken is no slouch with the keyboard, and he drafted a mighty fine synopsis that I will be giving to Jo-Ann tomorrow. It's the Real Deal.