So long Eugene – hello John!
Anyone care to read – or reread – my March post, Renaming My Baby, so that’ll make sense? Go ahead. Then come back here, please.
I’ve got a new title! Woohoo! And not a moment too soon. I’d just about reached my limit of brain-wracking when my husband finally got on board the name-change band wagon. I’d asked him to help, and for a few nights in a row we talked about options. I threw out new ones, and he trashed every one. He threw out options, and I trashed his too. Then one night at dinner he said, “What about The Scars of Martyrs.”
I began with my usual, “Yeah, but…,” poured my second glass of wine, and then a smile spread across my face. Then it got bigger. Then I started giggling. “I kind of like it,” I told him, “but, damn you!”
This new title will require more writing and editing. So much for my end-of-August deadline to start sending out to agents.
Oh, well, it’s worth it. I love the title. Hope you do too. So, everyone pour a glass of wine (hey, who cares if it’s 8:00 in the morning) and help me toast to getting one step closer!