Wow, that is a long title. First off, sorry this post is so late. I've been at the WIFYR workshop the last two days and haven't had a chance to blog. It's late now, and I have to re-write my first page, so this will be short and maybe to the point. Okay, probably not.
My pages were critiqued today, and it wasn't as agonizing as I feared. No one burned them and presented me with their ashes. No one kept them and gave me manure in return. (Hmmm that reminds me of the time I turned in fresh horse manure for a high school English assignment.) I digress. Back to the critique. No one made me bleed, well not too much anyway--my intestines are regenerating nicely.
But in all seriousness, we have an awesome critique group. Thanks a zillion, guys!
The one thing that didn't survive the day was my name. Our amazing teacher, Dave Wolverton, used my name as an example of why someone might want to publish under a different name.
Leisha, you see, has all kinds of connotations and images that come to mind when you say it. Apparently they all have to do with dogs, leashes, and the act of binding a dog to said leash so it can run around you in ever-decreasing circles until you trip and fall on your face.
That just screams, this book is awesome! Read me!
Okay, it's not the best image.
Maw makes you think of being mauled. Nuff said.
So, anywho, not only will I be shopping my manuscripts around, I could be in the market for a good name, too. I'm just not sure how to tell my parents, or my hubby. Hmmm.
Me: Mom and Dad, my name is for the dogs.
Mom and Dad: Oh.
Me: Really. I learned it in class, so it must be true.
Mom and Dad: Oh.
Me: Can you pick another one? I need a do-over.
Mom and Dad: Um.
I often leave them speechless. Come to think of it, I leave hubby that way, too.
But in all seriousness, it was in good fun, and Dave may have a point. He is awesome, after all, and he did like my pages. All-in-all, it was a good day.
What name do you think would be good? And come on, who hasn't dreamed of renaming someone they know?