Despite garnering a mention in the mini blurb for When Love Flue In, nobody eats any turkey in this Christmas novella. In fact, although a variety of seasonal delights are mentioned, hardly any are consumed. However, our heroes do manage to bond over a mince pie or two.
To which I am referring to the title of a book. Although, the same could apply to character names, but that is a post for another day.
I have a love hate relationship with titles, and I think most authors would agree. Some come to you as an extension of the story, while others need to be dragged kicking and screaming into the world. Once in a while a manuscript remains obstinately nameless right up until the moment of submission. One of my beta readers had the honour of naming my last short story since my mind blanked every time I tried to come up with something. A cracking title it was too. Simple, perfect, and blatantly obvious with hindsight.