|Posted on Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 06:25 am: |
Sometimes you have the perfect title, but no story to go with it. Sometimes you have a great story but the title just isn't showing up.
Have a tile? Leave a title. Need a title? Take a title.
I'll start it off with one that came to me this morning, courtesy of a mis-heard news announcer:
The Velveteen Apology.
|Posted on Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 09:21 am: |
I Can't Keep Infinity in My Pocket
The Idiot King Casts His Die
I have many, MANY more at home. I will post them. I always thought I was going to be a writer, but as I edit more and more, I just don't think writing is my bag. Might as well try to help someone, right?
|Posted on Tuesday, September 30, 2003 - 09:22 am: |
(this actually was going to be the title of a novel I wrote, but the publishers decided there was too much danger we'd end up with a book known as Sharon Weights, which sounds like something celeb-endorsed from the shopping channel - Ah well, use at your own risk.)
oh, and if anyone's doing chick lit right now how about:
Bouncing Out of Bed
|Posted on Wednesday, October 01, 2003 - 06:44 am: |
From an article about traffic (but it got me thinking about breakfast)
Jams Are Stickier Than Ever
|Posted on Monday, October 13, 2003 - 05:35 pm: |
Someone's In The Kitchen With DNA
|Posted on Tuesday, October 14, 2003 - 07:14 am: |
"The Omophagist's Intent"
"A Boy's Own Guide to Dating Outside Your Gene Pool"
|Posted on Friday, April 23, 2004 - 08:07 am: |
There's a building next to my work in Cambridge, Mass, called the Volpe Transportation Center. Apparently it was built to house NASA ground control in Kennedy's day, but when he died Johnson relocated the complex to Houston. So if anyone wants to write an alt-history of the space program in a world where Kennedy wasn't killed, how about:
"Cambridge, We Have a Problem"