I’d like to welcome Mimi Barbour to the Writer2Writer blog.
Mimi offered to blog about book titles, and how important they are in the process of selling your book. Thank you Mimi for your great offer!
Now, onto Mimi’s post:
I wanted to blog about titles because of the experience I recently had just before the cover for my newest release “My Cheeky Angel” was designed. Thankfully, I caught it in time before the artist had finished it.
This is my story.
The day after I’d sent the information for my new book to the cover artist, I went to a workshop. Thankfully, the talk was about titles and whether they are important. The presenter gave us example after example of titles that really had no information in them. Titles like (I’m making these up) Steamy or The Long Road or Unforgettable.
Let’s face it, today’s media focuses on attracting people within a few seconds. We all know what the television commercials are like nowadays. Even the stimulation we often see on the computer is blinding with color – fast and to the point! It’s almost as if they know their window of opportunity to snag our attention is very short so they better make the best of it. Are they right? I know for myself, I don’t have a lot of time to browse.
Our speaker made us see that if the title of your book doesn’t tell the potential reader anything about your story, then he or she’s quite likely to turn to the next selection that does. If you’re lucky to have a cover that’s to the point, like My Cheeky Angel, which has an angel on the cover, then it might not matter, but what if that reader doesn’t see the cover? Would your title titillate, give them some clue as to what they’ll be reading about?
When it comes to buying books, often I haven’t even seen the cover, but if the title is catchy, it could grab my interest. I’m thinking of books like Eat, Pray and Love and My Sister’s Keeper to name a couple.
The group at this workshop did a little quiz with the book I’d just sent away for the new cover. At that time I was calling the story “Endless Possibilities”, which I thought suited the premise of a guardian angel quite well.
Once we asked for each person’s opinion around the table, the general consensus was that it was a book on self-motivation. Both the men and the women agreed. Then, after some discussion as to what the story involved, and a lot of brainstorming, we decided that “My Cheeky Angel” would be a perfect match.
Nowadays, many of the Indie authors have sole discretion on their titles and maybe some of us don’t give it enough attention. Keeping in mind this concept of letting the reader know something of what the story is about, it’s probably a good idea if we put a lot more thought into what we choose.
Has anyone else had a similar experience with titles? I’d love to hear your stories.
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Mimi’s latest release:
Annie Hynes is a tomboy. Naïve and love-starved, she’ll soon to be celebrating her big 3-0. Something needs to be done! Celi, her ‘down-to-earth’ guardian angel appears to help kick-start Annie’s big change—her looks, her job, her whole life. By taking a managerial position with a sophisticated shoe manufacturer, Annie becomes embroiled with her new associates and hooked on the power of big business. Unfortunately, her exhaustion from overwork forces her to ignore old friends, and her lapse places someone she cares about in terrible danger.
Social Worker, Tyler Jones, previously hurt in two relationships, signals disinterest in women, and only wants Annie in his life as a good buddy. Oh yeah! And to help with his mixed-up street kids. Perversely, once her life alters, he misses her like hell. In one sweet night of loving everything changes. But, due to an overabundance of nightcaps, she doesn’t remember the night he can’t forget.
Here’s an excerpt of My Cheeky Angel by Mimi Barbour:
Excerpt: My Cheeky Angel
Monday morning, getting ready for the daycare became a major battle with a mocking, unseen presence. Every one of the outfits she normally wore got vetoed. Her overly casual clothes, strewn in every direction, indicated how few items in her closet would be appropriate for when she eventually became employed in a sophisticated office. The baggy style she’d stuck to for years concealed her body, and when a person strives to go unnoticed in the world, the tomboy look does the job. It isn’t chic, but it is safe.
“Didn’t anyone ever explain to you that a body such as yours warrants feminine attire?”
“A compliment? You must be in a good mood.” Annie had given up talking to Celi out loud when it was simpler and a lot less weird communicating with her mind.
“Don’t push it. I’m just sayin.”
“You must be the strangest angel in heaven. Just my luck to get a maverick.”
“Hey! I’m an Angel first class. Count yourself lucky.”
“Now I know you’re kidding. I watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ every Christmas, as I’m sure you’re aware of.”
Finally, settling on a pair of snug jeans she seldom wore, Annie wrestled over the choice of her top. A new white blouse hung from one hand, and the safer, often worn t-shirt fluttered from the other. She faced the mirror and waffled.
“Why did I ever buy this silly ruffled thing?” she grumbled.
“Because it’s pretty and modern, so wear the darn thing already.” Celi popped to life in her favorite yoga stance at the end of the unmade bed.
“Why don’t you have any wings? I’ve often wondered about that.”
“They’re at the drycleaners. Look, quit stalling and get dressed.”
“Why don’t you talk like other people? I can hear your words in my mind, but your lips don’t move.”
“Why, why, why. You’re worse than a child.”
Annie stopped what she was doing, stuck her hand on her hip, and glared at the diaphanous form.
“Fine. It takes enough energy to appear, why waste more speaking when I don’t have to?”
“It’s very disconcerting.”
“Quit stalling and put the blouse on.”
“You’re a bully!”
“And you’re beautiful. Look!” Magically, the garment draped her form. The white emphasized her tanned skin, and she had to admit that the new fashion suited her. She buttoned it and stepped back.
“It’s supposed to be worn with the top few buttons undone.”
She undid the first one.
“One button, okay! Two? That’s indecent.”
“Indecent? Give me a break. You look very much the way any twenty-nine-year old city girl in this century looks.”
It would be easier just to follow directions, she supposed. If she didn’t the button would unexplainably fall open all day long anyway. M
Before she could change her mind, she put on the earrings she’d bought to go with the blouse and slipped her feet into the fancy sandals that lay hidden in her closet after a shopping trip months earlier. She checked out her shiny cap of black hair, which had stiffened from the setting lotion applied earlier, and now stood up in a perky ‘do’. The darkness highlighted her unblemished skin, and brought her face to life.
Annie turned to Celi for final approval, but the angel had disappeared. “Thanks, Celi.” Only a faint fragrance of perfume answered. A scent Annie instantly fell in love with permeated the air around her hair. She’d have to ask Celi for the name of the product and wear it everywhere. It could be her personal smell for success.
A tinkling sound drew her attention to her dresser and there sat a tiny, rhinestone studded blue bottle.
“You’re the best Celi, you really are.”
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