Some say that a story’s title should fit the tale like a supple leather glove to the hand. It should contour to every curve of every finger, encasing the whole in timeless style and inarguable grace.
Some say that a story’s title should be little more than a catcher’s mitt. Meant to ensnare every reader that comes its way, it makes no apologies for its girth or its purpose.
I say that a story’s title should simply be a ring. Designed to fit on a single finger of the tale, it has no desire to cover the whole hand. It should sparkle best against the naked skin of the story…
With that silly analogy fresh in mind, I am proud to announce that my next novel has its ring!
I will now proceed to party like a fool.