Savannah's Blog

I just figured out a title, and there isn't anything exceptional about it. I've settled on "Stetsons and Strangers." There we go. It's a title. And sometimes, it just has to be finished. My best friend's little boy made that statement once and it has stuck with me since. (Out of the mouth of babes?) It doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be done. And sometimes, done is better than perfect. Perfect is a demanding master. Perfect makes it difficult to a place where you can look back on your accomplishments, because nothing ever gets accomplished. So I have a title, and while it doesn't necessarily "pop" it is sufficient. On another note, I have reached a point in the revision of the novel that I can smile and think to myself: "You know, this isn't half bad." Perfection isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I am struggling to name the book I am currently revising. I wrote it int he last six months. There is even a second novel in this short series. And since I wrote this untitled novel? I have written a novella, two novels, and started on a third for another series. Yup, got titles for all of the books in the new series. But this one? I came up with the name of the series. (Middle South Mysteries.) I tried to be cute. "Cowboy Jake Me Away." That lasted about two minutes before I knew it sounded off. I even tried those gimpy online title generator websites. That was a bust. I got: "The Captured Roses." <no roses in the whole entire book> "Nothing in the Snake." <wut?> "The Lonely Spark." <I have nothing for this one> Right now I think I'm going with "Stetsons and Strange Corpses." Because why not? Only problem? I still have to figure out a title for Book 2.