Who even knew that

Today, I undertook the task that most writers fear and dread and are sometimes afraid of:
♪ THE SYNOPSIIIIIIIIIS♪
(That was scary music, by the way, not any Hallelujah Chorus.)
Why do we hate writing synopses?
It's not like it was that hard. Actually, it was almost enjoyable (I enjoy my work. Love your Stalag.).
Maybe we hate because, in the end, it's not finished yet.
Even though I worked on it for over an HOUR.
What kind of novelist takes an hour to write a page and a half?
My kind, that's what kind. (Incidentally, Tobymac isn't very helpful, although he is weird.)
Let's see...a 350 page novel, would be...I need the calculator for this one...233 and 1/3 hours. So, at three hours a day, it would take 77 and 2/3 days to write a novel.
Hey...
That's actually not that long.
So, why exactly did it take me over a year to write a 36,000 word first draft?!?!?!
Because, I'm like Leonardo da Vinci and J.R.R. Tolkien.
(Procrastinator, that is.)
Does that mean I'm a brilliant genius????
Probably means the opposite...