Last session, you asked about the title of the book in progress.
Right now its working title is Sim One: A love and then-what-happens story
A good title comes either like a lightning bolt ... or like you're passing an elephant-sized turd ... with tusks.
Another possible subtitle for Sim One: Things we no longer do together ... That theme comes up in a few chapters. But it seems kind of sad for a book that, while gruesome from her diagnosis' standpoint, is really a celebration of a loud lovely life fiercely lived. > With style and great hair.
[still talking to my therapist] Titles are hard, especially for straightforward how-to books. My publisher and I came up with 75 or so options for my latest (last?) how-to book ... and never found one we liked. We surrendered and grumpily went with our barely-acceptable second best, shown here.
Thank you for all you're doing to guide me. Last week was good. Turned out I'm not the drunk I thought I was.
You've likely heard this: Extroverts talk to think. Introverts think to talk.
On that spectrum, I'm much more comfortable writing than talking. I can think on the page. It's mostly, for me, a matter of cadence ... and trash removal. The cadence? So, you've just said this ... what are you going to say next? Trash removal: Spot the redundancies, spot the larks, spot the flagrant self-indulgences, remember the audience: what do they need, what do they need, what do they need....
You've gotten me to talk, in 50-minute spurts. Thank you.