... the New Book has a higher body count than anything else I've ever written. In fact, I think it has a higher body count than everything else I've ever written. Not sure what that says about me, exactly. Eh. Writing's cheaper than a shrink, at least.
In other news, I'm far too lazy to keep calling it the New Book. From now on, it shall heretofore be known by its initials: DH. Let the speculation begin (by which, I of course, mean my mom's speculation, since the rest of you aren't likely to give a damn. Still, any wildly inappropriate and/or random guesses are of course welcome...)
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Well, duh. If #1 is The Angels' Share, then #2 must be The Devils' Helping. And it sounds like a smorgasbord of violence, it does.
Wow. There's an almost eerie logic to that. What, pray tell, would come third?
The Complete Idiot's Guide to Spiritual Warfare.
I keep telling you... you'll never sell it if you insist on calling it Devil's Hiney. Dirty Harry has already been taken. What about The Donkey Heist? The Dental Hygenist? Dante's Hierarchy? The Devil's Hippo? All perfectly good names.
Now that I think of it, you should go back to your original title, Dinky's Hullabaloo.
Okay, I think The Donkey Heist is officially a better name than the one I came up with. I 'm not sure it fits the book, but I'm thinking I should just drop the one I'm writing and get working on that one posthaste.
Incidentally, Christa, Smorgasbord of Violence is also a book I'd love to read...
Deaths by Hundreds!
It's a gardening how-to book: Deadly Horticulture.
Not every gardening book contains instructions on how to kill with plants, but you need a gimmick to sell these things...
David -- I fear I have sort of made it sound that way, haven't I? Let's hope it's a touch more refined than that.
Stuart -- I suspect, were I to write that one, I would not be the first gardening-related mystery out there...
how bout "A Death From Outer Space"
Sort of a Lucas/Spielbergian revisitation of my own Hershey-bar-winning story, eh? Of course, if that were the case, I'd have to take the guns and/or the life out of it...
Devil's Hoard?
Devil's Handle?
See what Christa started? There's no "Devil", honestly!
Incidentally, my wife just put forth "Dainty Handkerchief". Too many cozies for that one, methinks. (She's standing right behind me, now, so I think I'll throw out one of my own -- "Don't Hit!")
Great. Now she said "Dead Husband". If this here blog goes dark, you'll know where to look.
It's a novel about a hitman who used to play major league baseball: Designated Hitter.
Holy shit, I'm ashamed of myself.
Patrick,
Don't hate da homework!
Ugh. Now it is I who's ashamed...
Given the high body count, and the initials, the book is obviously titled The Dastardly Haberdasher.
Sorry for blowing the surprise.
-Josh
Uncanny! Katrina must've told you.
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