Okay, but for reals, I suck at writing back cover blurbs. And titles. And synopses.
How is it I can pen a 75K-word novel no problem, but come time to write the back cover blurb, my verbal capacity transforms into that of a 16-year-old boy faced with his prom date’s glaring father?
You’d think this would all be old hat by now. After finishing each novel, I sit down in front of my laptop, sip some tea, and ask myself what words truly capture the novel I just birthed. No pressure. Just something simple, yet meaningful. Something epic, but funny, and kinda clever, but also super catchy, and make sure the overarching social message gets a nod and a wink, plus don’t forget the hook. And… and… ACK!
It takes me days–days–to pen those back cover blurbs, synopses, and one-sentence hooks. Words, which once streamed directly from brain to fingers, now drip, drip, drip, one…by…one onto the white page behind that winking, slightly judgy cursor.
After all this, I write, read, and revise endless melodramatic, boring, cheesy, and just plain awkward versions before finally admitting defeat and choosing the least offensive ones.