Quarantine Project Day 16
That's the trouble with this blogging game. You hit a smart 3000 words in one day, post the information here, and then you get people challenging you - nay taunting you - to see if it was a fluke.
Day 16 started in sluggish style but gathered energy as the sun climbed higher. I think time was wasted when I was suddenly hit by a perfect idea for a title for this book. Titles are odd and I certainly don't spend too much time thinking about them (see RAFW No. 442). Titles either emerge mysteriously during the process, like a pirate's chest suddenly breaking free from the sea-mud and floating to the the surface, or you are reduced to making long, frustrating and dispiritng lists of candidates after the event.
Anyway I had a marvellous aha-Jim-la! moment early in the day, so pleasing and apropos that I almost abandoned writing for the day and climbed into those loose garments I mentioned earlier. But a short while later I found myself trying to swat the buzzing sensed that the title had already been bucaneered. A quick search on the interfangle confirmed that a Hollywood film had been made not so long ago with the same title. My title.
So back to work, ye dogs, ye lubbers. No title and no sight o' land for the likes o' you just yet, so haul those sheets, ye less-than-men.
Okay that's enough pirate talk, thanks. Sometimes I have to click my fingers in front of my own face and say: you are now Graham Joyce again.
Challenge me would you? Today's wordcount tally is 3220. How do you like that for a shanty?
