Our mid-project review packets were due today. I feel like a wrung-out washcloth, limp and damp, and I’m mentally exhausted. I’ve worked on nothing else for the past six days, literally. (I mean, I fed myself and worked out and did the life stuff that must be done to exist, but nothing else.) I’m empty.

Here in the Mark program, our mid-project review looms large in the near future. Our revised manuscript is due this Wednesday along with our log line, a synopsis, and a chapter-by-chapter breakdown. These people are serious. My head exploded five days ago so don’t expect too much from this post.

The Mark: Give us a small synopsis of the project you are working on.
Monica Carter: I am working on a novel about a famous and aging closeted lesbian writer living in 1930s Manhattan, who attempts to recapture the passion and honesty of her young days as a writer. Determined to write a truthful novel about two women who love each other, she alienates her longtime lover and her agent while falling in love with a younger woman who wants her success.