Titles Are Hard

So after the heart-breaking discovery a few months ago that the title of the novel I’ve been working on since 7th grade, was already taken…I did some plot-searching.  I legitimately was heartbroken, I felt like a piece of me had been taken away. But this also opened a door for me. Several doors, really. (Like “The Doors in the Dunes” ahahaha…well most of you probably won’t get that. Moving on.)

I remember back when I came up with the–admittedly lame–title. I remember thinking of the plot for the story and going “Well now…where does this aspect from the title come in?” And I had to shoehorn something in that gave me a wonderful scene involving dragonfly poop but ultimately, didn’t really work and made the plot somewhat cliché, dragonfly poop notwithstanding. And so, I’m glad that that title is already taken. It allowed me to expand my world and ideas.

I actually had a really good Sunday a couple of weeks ago where I think I came up with some pretty viable plot stuff. I’m excited for the day where I will actually sit down and finish the major plot stuff and get into the nitty-gritty. I think I even have some new, better titles.

But this time, I don’t think I’ll count too much on them until I’m ready.

autopsy report

Detached, nihilistic words

Burned fingertips,
fading, faded
coastline paradoxes etched in your hands,
singed away, like burning paper

The fat, the secrets of the heart
    (350 grams)
Collapsed, now ashen

The silent neurons you waded through
    (1300 grams)
You are love and laughter.

Be still. Please understand.
There’s a tube in your voice.
 Later.
     later.
You must be silent. No words.

But now you’re gone.