I Have an Announcement to Make

The Great American Novel now has a title. Or at least a working title.

Are you ready?

Are you sitting down?

Hold onto your hats...

The Great American Novel is now called...Advice from Uncle Betty.



OK. The two or three of you who actually read this thing are scratching your heads right now. I promise you that the title makes sense in the context of the story. Besides, wouldn't that title make you want to at least pick it up and read the cover blurb when you walked by the Discover New Authors rack at Barnes and Noble?

The title came to me last night when I finally figured out how to tie together two plotlines, one of which I didn't even know was going to be in there until Sunday, when my mind wandered during the sermon at church (I know, bad Sheryl).

The only problem is that on the off chance I ever finish this thing and actually get it published, I can never submit my name to the list of published authors my alma mater keeps. How exactly do you tell someone from a fine, Catholic institution like Gannon that the two supporting, protagonistic characters in your novel are a gay priest and a dead drag queen?