My WIP's title scored as follows: This book title has a 45.6% chance of being a bestseller title. (Another generator to play with, thanks to Ms. Jaye.)
I saw a ridiculous post elsewhere this morning that jabbed a number of my writer buttons, but it was written by a rookie author (and no, none of you), and I really am trying to stick to the leave them alone for the first year philosophy. I'm reminded of rebellious teenagers, forever trying on images and testing their boundaries while pronouncing the world this or that. Everyone older or more experienced than them is an idiot, naturally. Leaving them alone to figure it out may be the only kindness a vet can show them.
We went to another holiday party last night and despite many, many Christmas-y food temptations I ruthlessly stuck to my diet (even during extended, close proximity to fifteen kids decorating gingerbread houses with icing and candy, a special torture.)
It was a good mix of young, old, business and farming people. Regional politics was a hot topic, as were problems with local wildlife. I've not met many farmers so I was slightly mesmerized by tales of losing livestock and when/where we can go and pick berries. It seems that I'm going berrying for the first time in my life this spring. In the midst of real woods and large wild animals and stuff. I think I need baskets, boots and maybe a semi-automatic weapon.
I'm tempted to blog cruise a little more, but from the grumbling sounds downstairs it looks like my kids are finally awake. I want them to take a nature walk down by the lake with me today, so I'm going down to bake some cinnamon rolls. They can never resist that temptation.