I’ve been dithering over a title for my new novel, and yesterday I received interesting feedback from 62 Facebook friends. Two favourites emerged, although certainly no consensus.
Votes for titles
-  Improving Mrs Philpott
-  The/A/no article Yellow caravan
-  Yelling at happiness
-  Rude shocks
-  Alas for happiness
-  The tale of Mrs Philpott
-  Bugger happiness
Original titles arrived thick and fast, from Apps for happs to The yellow caravan of happiness arrived at the grey bach of reality. Most original titles were variations on the two top favourites. Happiness is not for sissies. Happy the hard way.
What strikes me is how different the two top favourites are in tone and content and connotations. Notice what different pictures they summon up — yet they both fit the story of an odd, quaint 70-year-old who runs away from home to escape disaster, thinking she is pretty much due to die soon, and is forced by dire circumstances, friends and strangers and her inner wolf to grow and change and create her own happiness. She tows a yellow caravan, in which some remarkable events occur.
Look at some of the comments from my friends and you’ll see what I mean.
Improving Mrs Philpott
- Active and intriguing
- I feel instant empathy for her, who says she needs improving!? If she is, then why? What's happening to/for her?
- Makes me want to know more.
The Yellow Caravan
- Concrete yet mysterious
- Sleepy and quaint
- It brings images of a little world, something to find out about.
- Classic, not cliche or twee
- Very newzeld.
The title of your life
If your life was a novel, what would the title be?
Image: Emblem book, 1625. Public domain.