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I was trying to describe the location of a Korean restaurant I want to try.
Me:
It's in the strip mall with the vitamin emporium and the women-only gym. The restaurant's a hole in the wall right between them.
Dan:
What? There's a hole in the wall at the women-only gym?!
In entirely unrelated news, I finally have a permanent title for The Novella Formerly Known As Bob and the Black Head of Atho.
The old working title was fun, but completely misleading. I wish I could take credit for having come up with "Shopping Toward Shambala." I lamented to my critique group that I still didn't have a title I liked. (Well, I had liked "Ash for Roses," but Google informed me that there was a young adult novel called Ashes of Roses and an anthology of Middle Eastern poetry called Between Ashes and Roses. So much for that.) One of my groupmates sent me a list of possible titles, and "Shopping Toward Shambala" clicked into place. It's whimsical, it's euphonious, and it points just obliquely enough to the central problem in the story.
The only problem is that so many chick lit titles have the word shopping in them. I tried to imagine what kind of chick lit novel would be called "Shopping Toward Shambala," and ended up with a story about a Buddhist nun who leaves Zen Mountain Monastery in the Hudson Valley for the stricter, more savage disciplines of the Manhattan fashion scene. Now you see why I don't write chick lit.
Me:
It's in the strip mall with the vitamin emporium and the women-only gym. The restaurant's a hole in the wall right between them.
Dan:
What? There's a hole in the wall at the women-only gym?!
In entirely unrelated news, I finally have a permanent title for The Novella Formerly Known As Bob and the Black Head of Atho.
The old working title was fun, but completely misleading. I wish I could take credit for having come up with "Shopping Toward Shambala." I lamented to my critique group that I still didn't have a title I liked. (Well, I had liked "Ash for Roses," but Google informed me that there was a young adult novel called Ashes of Roses and an anthology of Middle Eastern poetry called Between Ashes and Roses. So much for that.) One of my groupmates sent me a list of possible titles, and "Shopping Toward Shambala" clicked into place. It's whimsical, it's euphonious, and it points just obliquely enough to the central problem in the story.
The only problem is that so many chick lit titles have the word shopping in them. I tried to imagine what kind of chick lit novel would be called "Shopping Toward Shambala," and ended up with a story about a Buddhist nun who leaves Zen Mountain Monastery in the Hudson Valley for the stricter, more savage disciplines of the Manhattan fashion scene. Now you see why I don't write chick lit.
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Date: 2006-12-09 09:39 pm (UTC)Are you going to update your post Nano advice this year?
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Date: 2006-12-10 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-09 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 04:14 am (UTC)Indeed.
Date: 2006-12-09 11:28 pm (UTC)How Did I Not See That Coming?
Date: 2006-12-10 04:18 am (UTC)"Ash for Roses" captures the melancholy of the protagonist's bereavement, but "Shopping Toward Shambala" captures the combination of absurdity, longing for transcendence, and menace that mark his parents' adventures in the afterlife. (I seem to remember sending you an earlier draft of Bob. Did I?)
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Date: 2006-12-11 06:10 pm (UTC)HEy. I did not leave ZMM to go shopping
Date: 2006-12-22 12:00 am (UTC)Sorry to hear about your friend. Your blog is interesting.
Anne
Re: HEy. I did not leave ZMM to go shopping
Date: 2006-12-22 03:09 am (UTC)So, can
use this if nessesary!
Date: 2007-02-04 12:22 pm (UTC)Good Luck!