Last week I learned that my new book proposal has been approved. No one asked for changes. Oh, except one little thing. Yep. The title, which I loved, which I’ve hoarded for years in hopes I’d find the right story to deserve it, was immediately axed.
But wait. . . Let’s not get in a huff, as I was tempted to. In fact my publisher is right. My title, Life After Love, immediately conjures a book about widowhood. When my editor explained this, my only question was why I hadn’t seen it myself. Because this is not a book about a widow or widower. Not at all.