A line from Will Shakespeare in Shakespeare in Love, the moment when he realizes that the original title of his play, Romeo and Ethel, the Pirate’s Daughter, hardly compares to Christopher Marlowe’s The Massacre at Paris. The difference in titles is obvious. Anyway, other than referencing a film I saw about 16 times back in the day, the line reminded me of something.
Titling my work is usually the hardest thing to do for me. (After reading my work, my BFF, who I call my unofficial literary agent, gives me a list of other titles that could have been used. And they’re good! Yeah. Not adept at titles, at all.)
But…this is all to say…I’m LOVING the title of my newest compilation of short stories. LOVING it. It just came to me, and I so, so love it!
Just wanted to share that.