I’m now knee-deep in my second round of revisions of Book 2 of the Sunbolt Chronicles. This has to be the longest I have ever gone without having even a tentative title for a book. If nothing else, I usually have a working title that I plan to scrap. But this book. This book.
It refused to work with me. Probably because I had all these plans of what I wasn’t going to name it, and it had other ideas. I threatened it with all kinds of possibilities, my favorite being the title jokingly suggested by beta-reader and friend Shy Eager … Cinderbreath. I mean, really. When faced with the choice of Cinderbreath or revealing its own name, wouldn’t any self-respecting book level with you? (On a tangent, I have decided I must one day write a dragon named Cinderbreath.)
But no. This book would have none of that. I had to reschedule with my cover designer and push out the design process by months. I complained to my husband. I held online brainstorming sessions with beta readers. I ate lots and lots of chocolate.
And then, two weeks ago, as politely as could be, my book informed me that it had a name. And now, since I have made you wait this long for it … here it is!
Memories of Ash
Yes, folks, you have seen that title before. Because it’s a chapter name in Sunbolt. Which means, for those of you who like scavenger hunts, somewhere between the covers of Memories of Ash, among the many chapter titles there, you will find the title of Book 3 lying in wait.
Yes, that is also Book 2 sticking its tongue out at me. Because there it was, hiding its title right under my nose for months on end. Just because I insisted it was going to have a new title.
If anyone ever tells you that an author controls what they write, you can laugh at them as hard as you like. For a very, very long time. And if you let me know, I’ll laugh right along with you…