I’ve been relatively quiet here lately due to last weekend’s Spring party, which required a lot of prep and recovery time, combined with the editing of my new short story, which has been occupying most of writing mind. Because whenever I’ve been thinking of posting, I’ve then thought that if I have energy to blog, I should, since I have a story near completion, instead keep revising, revising, revising!

And so the story continues to successfully coalesce, and might even be ready to send to market in a week or two, but surprisingly, I’ve no final title yet, just many working titles which have been toyed with and then almost immediately rejected.

Which is odd for me. Usually, my titles come quickly, sometimes even before I’ve started writing the story itself. And if not that early, then definitely somewhere in the middle of my first draft. I have no doubt that the necessary title will appear from my subconscious when it’s ready, probably popping into my head the same day I finalize the text, but I do find it odd.

In any case, here are the the titles I’ve rejected so far

“Passing for Normal”

“Dead Inside”

“We All Deserved Better”

“This Impossibility, This Inevitability”

“Impossibility, Inevitability, and the Space Between””

“Invisibility, Impossibility, Inevitability”

“Becoming Invisible, Becoming Seen”

“Objects in the Mirror Are More Normal Than They Appear”

“Bodies Do Not Lie”

“That Fear of Being Seen”

“The Presence of Absence”

Well, not all of them. There was one more working title—the first one, which was nothing more than a few words spelling out exactly what the story is about, with no obfuscation. But since I don’t want anybody to know exactly what the story is about until they sit down to read the story, I’m keeping that one to myself!