The book is done, author and editor agree on the edits, and the blurb is finished. The worst part is behind me, right?
It was until I decided the book needed a new title.
Oh, everyone agreed it should be changed, but how do you describe what might be a 300-page book in two to three words? Obviously, I haven’t figured it out yet or I wouldn’t be writing this post. Not the easiest thing to do. Those two or three words have to tie to the story and grab the reader’s attention.
Well, fear not, the title is somewhere within the pages of the book. Thus far I’ve reread the key chapters where I thought I’d find the answer and studied the blurb. I jotted down several verbs and nouns that described the feel and focus of the book. I moved the words around hoping, waiting for that WOW title to jump out at me. Thus far, I have three pages of meaningless words, laughable combinations, and only a handful of possibilities. Not very good ones at that.
It’s been several days since my obsession began with words like, kill, evil, death, and disguise. And by now, I’m certain I’ve driven my family and friends completely mad with my outbursts. I mean, how often do families sit down to eat their evening meal and have mom blurt out, “Strike Me Dead!” I’m sure by now someone would be more than glad to oblige, but that’s another story.
Have a feeling it’s going to be another long day.