A motif has emerged in this early synopsis, which is always nice. I accredit it to borderland creativity — the stray thoughts that wander through my head right before sleep. 90% of borderland creativity is crap, but every now and then something emerges and sticks.
The Guy attempts something other than a smirk for his Writer. It is a brave, but utterly doomed, venture.
Oh, and I submitted my bio for the forthcoming anthology. This will be the first mention of The Guy in a bio. He is thrilled in his own smirking way.