One day I snuck away to a friend’s beach house to finish writing my book. I got hung up on the title and a friend helped me out.
So, one day I snuck away to a friend’s beach house (disclaimer: it’s a mile from the beach, which is 32 miles less than my house to the nearest beach). The beach house is close enough that you still get the beach weather and a hint of beach air- that cool wispy salt encrusted oxygen that invigorates my soul.
I scrubbed out 5 days to finish one of my books without interruptions. At the beach house, I could escape kid, husband, mother-in-law, pets, chores, and the endless To Dooz list.
My friend, the beach house owner, joined me for a few days of get away from her pets, husband, chores, and endless To Dooz list. Though, since this was her house, she still felt compelled to work on the beach house To Dooz list.
Anyway, I sat at the dining room table and blurted out, “I can’t think of a title.”
“What do you mean?” she replied.
“I’m thinking of ‘Slog On’ but my mom and Eric hate it. It totally represents what I wrote about though. Also, I met an author at a lecture and book signing and ‘slog on’ has a special meaning for me.”
“I told him I wanted to write a book and asked what advice he had. He said you just have to ‘slog on’ through and keep writing and not worry about what people say or distractions. Just keep at it.”
“The phrase clicked for me and I wanted to use it as a title. Then he wrote it in my book when he signed it. It’s like my muse phrase or something…”
“Who cares what you call it. You wrote a friggin book! That’s amazing. Not many people can do that. Name it whatever the hell you want. It doesn’t matter.”
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