I’ve been working on one of my novels on and off for close to 2 and a half years. I love my book. I love my characters. It took me FOREVER to come up with a working title. When I finally came up with working titles that worked and that I loved, they were all taken.

I hated my life. Why did I have to be a writer?

I got over it, and found a working title that I loved that worked and that wasn’t taken. It’s been the working title for just shy of a year, now, and tonight, I discovered that the title is, in fact, taken. Commence doom.

Advertisements