Synopsis Almost

I am 90% done with the first draft of my syno, but it is already three pages and I know I left out some important stuff. It was another stressful, interrupted day.

My daughter was sick for four days. She was quarantined to her room and it wasn't until her release that I realized how quiet those days had been. It's not because she is loud (well, sometimes she is), but because when free, she and her brother become crazed. The running, arguing, whining, playing, laughing, debating...

Tomorrow is going to be another rainy, gray day, just how I love them. After some errands in the morning, perhaps I can finish this thing and even revise it. After that is completed, I must return to The Writer's Journey and my outline.