Titles! I hate titles! Hate, hate, hate,hate!!! And as a sign of how upset I am: look at the number of exclamation marks I’m using. It’s like a damn disease.
Today was meant to be an editing day, instead it’s deteriorated into the mind-buggering ordeal of trying to find a title for Book 2. And as of yet, no joy. Nada. Sausageless are we on the old title front.
There’s no way this is supposed to be this HARD! Writing the thing was easier than coming up with a bloody title. So I suppose this evening’s joy and fun will be playing whiteboard word search, starring Stuart’s piebald brain, She Who Must and the cat. And of the three of us, my money’s on the cat.