I learned a valuable lesson during the writing of Werebird: Don’t decide on a title when you’re busy and distracted and in a totally “whatever” mood.
Fortunately, the title merry-go-round has come to a stop, and I’m a happy camper. This novella was submitted as The Unkind. I like the title and it grew naturally from the story. But…after much reflection and discussion, I thought perhaps it wasn’t a very pleasant title and one which may not appeal to readers.
So…Wings of Death it became. At that moment I just wanted the titling over and decided, “Okay…I’m going to call it…Wings of Death. Yeah. Whatever.”
Over time it became clear to me I hate that title. Now, I’m sure it’s a lovely title for somebody, just not for this book. I couldn’t say it aloud, and could barely type it. I’m not sure why it rubbed me the wrong way, as it’s rather bland, but eventually I became almost embarrassed by it. And quite frankly, it’s not much more attractive than The Unkind, now is it? But my unwillingness to call it anything but Werebird because the title made me squirm was going to put a wee crimp in promoting it.
After much bitching, moaning and whining to Those Who Put Up With Shannon, I asked my editor about a name change—remember this wasn’t the first one. Of course she’s fabulous and said I could. :kiss: Alas, Werebird did not make the short list. Neither did Passion’s Pecking or Nefarious Nesting. After much brainstorming with Those Who Put Up With Shannon, a new title was chosen. One I love. One I love alot:
Kiss Me Deadly