I’m enamored with words. Most writers confess the same addiction, a habit for which there is no known cure. Therapy won’t help. Therapy uses words. And there you go.
Because I will soon have the privilege of presenting a workshop on creating tongue-pleasing (and editor-pleasing) titles, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about words, their use and misuse.
Can’t you just imagine the popularity of a new detective series called “Cereal Killers and the Women Who Love Them”? Wouldn’t you pick up a book titled “How to Find and Keep Inner Peas”?
Or how about these bestseller contenders?
A Canal Called Root
Fingers in the Fanblades
High Per Activity
Sunset Over the Water Treatment Plant
Mantelpeace—a book about war between a decorating minimalist and a collector married to each another
Beau Tox—obvious, isn’t it?...toxic romance?
It Takes a Pillage—an historical account of barbarians from the beginning of time
Three Coins Under the Couch Cushions
Sorry, all you authors who tripped on the internet threshold and landed on my blog. I’m afraid these are spoken for. I’m already working on synopses and the first three chapters for these soon-to-be-snatched up projects!
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