The page proofs for my Trout Valley book arrived from my editor a few days ago. My husband pointed out to my four-year-old daughter that my name is on the front cover because I wrote the book. She was quick to point out the flaw in his statement.
“Her name is spelled M-O-M.”
She asked what the title of my next book would be, the one that is “pretend” and “made up” (i.e. fiction). I admitted that I had been struggling with choosing a new title because a couple of months after I started writing it, I saw a new bestseller on the bookstore shelf with the title that I had thought I might use. She had a few suggestions of her own.
“How about Harry Potter?”
“Already been done.”
“Jack and the Beanstalk?”
“There’s a book by that name too.”
“How about Katymashalla?”
“Well, that certainly is unique. I doubt there’s another book with that title.”
“Or,” she suggested, “You can just name it Once a Long Time Ago There Was a Camel Who Couldn’t Find Any Water.”
“There are no camels in my story, but keep the ideas coming, sweetheart. You’re on the right track.”