I told my mom that I was gearing up to write the synopsis for my new manuscript, SWELL. She had, as usual, an interesting take on the term synopsis.
“It sounds like a nasal spray. Synostril.”
After I fell off my chair and peed my pants laughing (well, wouldn’t you?) I thought about her clever thinking style. See, my mom is a word person like me, who can take anything with letters in it and come up with different words. A lover of Scrabble, whenever my mom visits she rips the Word Scramble out of my LA Times. There are tons of books on her bookshelf. And by golly, she’s made me a library addict.
Most importantly, she taught me to love reading.
So, whenever my mom pulls a synostril out of left field, or any odd word derivative like that, I stop and ponder the true meaning. Even though I oftentimes don’t know what that is, it sure beats the pants off any synopsis!