Hawk tuah- synopses are dead.

 Controversial, synopses are dead. They bulk the back pockets of thieves, relegate arduous work into trash-pages and are prime pickings for lazy showrunners and show “Writers”.

I think conventional synopses sent with queries should be a thing of literary past. Its not ok to steal ideas, but it’s worse if your work is dashed on the table of a writers room to be torn apart to make frankin-pages.

In a rushed, showrunners, dishonest writer's room, all kinds of manuscripts, ideas and synopsis are tossed into the mix, to stitch in elements of different people's works and pass it off as their own, as depicted in my Bee My Agent manuscript By M.W. Wolf Ltd. 

I’ve protected the M.W. Wolf catalogue, 9 fiction, 1 scientific nonfiction and one children’s book, by opening a limited company and adding a copyright and plagiarism warning to every query.

I doubt it will stop the intellectual property abuse, but it might make the Copyright Infringement cases run a little quicker, and it might weed out repeat abusers.

The issue is face-fitting “Writers” jumping the talent queue and not putting in the decade of graft needed to get a sniff of attention from the big guns. Our works, ideas, and more topically synopses are not memes, the slush pile is not a fishing pond to poach from.

Having said that, we must remember, we’re all bread dipping from the same honeypot of madness, which is to say Jung's collective unconscious. This isn’t the same as using tropes and archetypes. I mean, most of what we write in the west, including our genres, is rooted in Judaeo-Christian values, fears and stories anyway, right?

For some implicit reason, this topic makes me think of this scene from Romeo and Juliet, play by William Shakespeare, written about 1594–96.

Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Part One of Two

Abraham:

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Samson:

I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abraham:

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?…

Samson:

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.

‘Hawk tuah’

‘Oh you’ve got to give it that ‘Hawk tuah,’ and spit on that thang, you get me?