Titled. Perhaps?

While waiting for my dad's comments on each chapter, I wrote up a first draft query letter (which is really only half-terrible) and brainstormed a new title for my book to replace "A Tale of the Fairies". Yes, thank you, I know the old title is long and uninspiring. Hence, the brainstorming session.

I used to cringe every time someone asked, "What is the title of your book?" And I always follwed up quickly with, "And it's just a working title, really!" I treated the old title like a disowned child. I was not about to claim it as my own. Certainly, not after the bored looks everyone gave me after hearing it.

The gruesome task to rename has hovered over my head for weeks, and I decided the other day that I'd procrastinated long enough. My brain-blizzard produce a few promising keepers and several more that definitely belonged in the trash can, such as "The Great Beanstalk Adventure" which sounded more like a Muppet movie than a title for my novel.

The new title is certainly an improvement over the old. But I'm not sure if I'm completely attached to it yet... I feel like some sort of overly-cautious parent, unwilling to reveal my child's name to the world just now, for fear someone might...gulp...laugh. And so, I will reveal the new title on December the 31st when the book is entirely complete.

Novel Update: Besides what's contained in the above paragraphs, nothing new to report. 61 days. And counting.