I enter my writing office, coffee mug in hand. It’s a fun one I received as a gift. Every writer needs a fun mug! “G’day, love. It’s about time you showed up.”
My Muse is standing in front of the whiteboard wall, marker in hand. Today he’s sporting an Atlanta Falcons jersey and jeans, with a New England Patriots cap.
“Can’t decide who to root for?” I ask, gesturing with my mug at his ensemble. “The Super Bowl is next weekend, not this weekend.”
“Figured I’d start early. It was either these or …”
“The burgundy henley?” I finish.
He aims those baby blues at me. “You really like that shirt, don’t you?”
I really like how he looks in that shirt, but I’m not going to tell him that. He might never wear it again. I sidle up next to him. “Sooo, whatcha doing?”
“Trying to come up with alternate titles for your book, as you well know.” He adds another word to the collection on the board. They’re mostly aviation-related, words like “terminal”, “plane”, and “stall”. Some are words that often show up in mystery and thriller titles, like “death”, “dark”, and “fear”. He writes “bag-smasher” off to the side.
“Really?” I erase it. “Do you think ‘bag-smasher’ conveys a sense of mystery and suspense?”
“Hey, I’m just tossing out ideas.” He drapes an arm around my shoulders. “I really like that one.” He points. “How about ‘Terminal Cargo’? Or ‘Frozen Stall’? ‘Crash and Freeze’? What about ‘Deadly Wings’?”
“Ugh. No.” The words on the board start to swim in my vision. We’re brainstorming different titles for my book at my agent’s request. “It needs to be aviation-esque, but still have a connotation of suspense.”
He stares at me. “‘Aviation-esque’? Really?”
I duck out from under his arm and head to my desk. “We can think about the title later. Right now I need your help with the proposal.”
My Muse leans against the board, arms crossed. “Are you ready to sit down and get started on that? That one’s not going to be easy, love.”
“I never expected it to be easy.” I drop into my chair and set my mug aside. “It’s like a spiffed-up synopsis.” The same dread that I feel when I think about writing a synopsis blows a chill through me now. It’s like a cover blurb, or the blurbs you see on Amazon. But more.
“Want to tackle the bio first?” he asks.
Tempting. Very tempting. “Nope.”
He drags a director’s chair to my desk and sits across from me. “It’ll be easier.”
“True, but we gotta get the pitch part done, and that’ll take the longest.”
A slow smile brightens his face. “I’m proud of you, love. No procrastinating.”
I always seem to find other things to do instead of the hard stuff, like writing a synopsis or figuring out a plot hole. I’ve got an example of a proposal, and I’ll have to research some on Amazon. For ideas, not procrastination.
My agent accepted my revision, with a few minor edits, so the next thing on the list is to come up with another title (current title: Just Plane Dead), write a bio that wows, and create a proposal she can present to editors. I’d be lying if I said I’m not worried about it. I’m sure my Muse and I can come up with something super awesome. I still think writing the book and revising it are way easier.
Oh, and for those who stop by for cat pics (you know who you are 😉 ):
I’m pulling from the archives. Zoey is our orange cat, and Socks was our other one until she went MIA. We still miss her. She was so nice and fuzzy and nice. Zoey’s kind of a grump; she doesn’t even like to be picked up, but she sure likes to be petted.
Go forth and write this weekend! I will be 🙂