...Oh there were so MANY things I'd intended to blog about, from reflections on this delicious literary rumination by Zadie Smith that not one but two blog friends sent me this weekend (read now, return later, we'll discuss) to a discourse of my own on notes (the art of taking notes, interpreting notes, receiving and wanting to throttle, maim and slap silly notes) but my brain and time and focus have been hijacked by one formidable task:
Coming up with a new title for my novel.
Can the honeymoon be over so soon? My gleeful hysteria over selling a book to Random House hadn't yet abated this past week, when my editor informed me that nobody Over There likes what the book is called.
I am cool with this. Even though I've long been attached to the title Making Up, and said editor, with the best of intentions, has essentially lobbed a kind of conceptual bomb into my writer's laboratory while I'm smack dab in the middle of manuscript revisions (find a new title NOW?!), I do understand the wisdom of her misgivings.
Making Up is a title which, if you've read the book, is perfectly, wonderfully appropriate and works on many levels (the book is about a broken-up couple trying to make up, about a writer making up an imaginary lover, about putting on the makeup of a false persona... and more!).
But if you know nothing about the book, the title's a bit generic.
Also it uses a gerund, a by-now abused title device (e.g. Chasing Amy, Being There, et al), which has always bugged me a little.
So I'm actually jazzed to be Embracing the Notion of a fresh title search and have just spent a few hours combing the shelves of my library, digging up old album jackets and CDs for song lyrics, parsing favorite poetry volumes and sitting with the ms. in my lap while I stare into space like a catnip-dizzied cat.
Don't have it yet.
However I do have no shame, and I'm generally open to informed suggestion, so I put it out there to you Living RomCom realmers: come up with a new title for my novel that I actually end up using and you'll receive
1) an acknowledgement in the published book,
2) an autographed copy (it's the least I could do) and
3) a lifetime's enjoyment of being able to tell people you're the one who named that novel (unless of course the book is such a tanker that you'd rather not be associated with it, in which case, you might have to pay me to stop telling people you're the person who titled it).
Love the insane notion of asking acquaintances and total strangers to name a book none of you have read! But to add in at least of modicum of knowledge to the perverse arbitrariness of all this, here's a brief pitch of what the book's about:
Desperate to win back his estranged wife, a man invents an imaginary lover to make her jealous... and then gets into real trouble when this fantasy woman becomes real to him. Other details that might prove useful: the man is a teacher of romantic comedy... the wife is Italian... the imaginary lover is a kind of muse.
Of course, I do already have a quickly lengthening list of titles on hand (liking The Michelangelo Codex, sort of intrigued by One Flew Over the Fantasist's Cottage, and currently have a soft spot for Tom Swift and His Imaginary Mistress), but come on, folks -- let's have FUN with it -- help a writer who's running out of wit.
Clock's tickin'. Re-name this novel now!