So, given the title of this blog, I’ve been thinking about “epiphanies” this week. How often do they come? What truly constitutes one? I like the word “epiphany”. Just saying it makes me smile. I think it’s the “ph”…I get a kick out of “ph” words. Those two letters, masquerading as ff’s. (I have no idea how that rule of spelling came about. Not that I have very many ideas about very many spelling rules.) I had an honest-true epiphany this week. One of those moments where, one second you don’t know…and the next second you do. I like the moments as well as the word.
I’ve been doing my final read-through of my manuscript. One last proofing/editing before feeling like it’s ready to be seen by an editor. I was sitting at Ben Lee’s Café, the wonderful coffee shop I write at during my daughter’s pre-school for two hours, twice a week. (Oh, precious hours!) School is out now. (MIXED FEELINGS!) But my friend Sarah offered to take the kids so I could do this final reading. Things were going well. I was reading chapters I hadn’t looked at in a long time; I was enjoying the editing, the coffee, the feeling that things were being accomplished…and then I reached the end of a chapter and one line leaped out at me. Just one innocent line which I wrote months ago…and suddenly I had my title. It had been waiting there for me for all this time and I didn’t know.
I’ve been unhappy with my working title…titles, I should say. None of them were obeying their title and WORKING. I’ve even asked my friends in
our critique group (Oh, marvelous women!) and they, too, weren’t thrilled with my options. In fact, last month when we met, we said, “Well, maybe it will leap out at you as you read through the whole manuscript again.” YES! It did. Even my aforementioned friend Sarah – who knows very little about the topic, etc., of the story, pointed in an instant to that new title when I gave her a list to choose from. Yes! One second I didn’t know. The next second I did.
Ah, the beauty of epiphanies.
PS…sorry…I decided not to post the title as it’s not copywritten and I don’t want it to be swiped! Yes, I’m possessive! I guess you’ll have to keep on reading my blog to find out how it all plays out.