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Glimpse by whim by "What if…?", the Europe trip is starting to take shape. So far there's no actual firm itinerary, but just today StumbleUpon gave me 66 Beautiful Small Cities & Towns in Europe and hello!

Bern, Graz and Salzburg, Bled, Trogir and Hvar were already on my list, but I'm now seriously considering a day trip to Mostar into the bargain. I was trying to find a way to get across from Dubrovnik to Meteora, but so far the world is not proving particularly accommodating in that regard. Colour me somewhat peeved.

I'm also told by reliable sources that there are a range of castles for sale in Slovenia to suit any budget. If that's true, I'm totally buying one. It may be my only chance to own property, ever.

In more banal news, it's been an "I'm a writing CHUMP" sort of string of days, lately. Mostly this has been because I turned back to the thorn girls story to do some more revision, now that it's had a little bit of time to sit alone and unattended and think about what it really wants to be. Stories are like children: if you want them to be cogent, you have to ignore them. They chatter too fast when they're born to take absolutely everything they say seriously.

(Actually, I really like that analogy.)

(Like, a lot.)

(Anyway.)

Feedback on this story has been varied, so juggling what I want for the story, versus what readers want and need (this is definitely one of those stories where the latter two attributes are not the same), has resulted in much whining, stomping of feet, and snarling at the screen. When all of this failed, I picked a new title.

And suddenly it all fell into place. The feel, the focus, the direction, the words I should choose over their similar-but-slightly-different synonyms… Titles, it turns out, matter. Who knew? This is why I wish I could find them at the start of writing a story, instead of at the end.

So the thorn girls story, which was never officially titled the thorn girls but instead had a string of ill-fitting names to do with reclamation and silence, is now "The Wages of Honey". Which is just perfect.1

  1. And here's hoping whoever publishes it, if I can find someone to publish it, agrees. 'Cos now I love that title and never want to give it up. []
 Posted by at 9:30 pm

  2 Responses to “there is no moral to this tale”

  1. Love that name. Is it a follow on from "The Wages of Salt"?

  2. Not a direct follow-on as such, but they're both set in the same world and they're linked by a similar feel and over-arching theme. (Which makes it doubly triply stupendously remarkable that it took me this long to title it. SIGH.)

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