Of Puns and Pens

Fun fact about me – I’m not a fan of puns. Unless I am the one making the pun, and then they are the most hilariously witty form of humor ever.

Company Ink had many different titles over the course of my writing. All were pithy and witty puns. All were hilarious. Unless you ask my boyfriend or any of my beta readers. Or most likely anyone else on the planet besides me. Then they were groan worthy, a polite chuckle at best, titles from an author grown drunk on the belief in her own cleverness.

To make me choose a title for Company Ink that was not a horrible pun, I had to be wrestled into submission. Not literally, but it almost got there. At least the threat of headlocks and pile drives were made.

So here I am writing my second book, and I can tell you the working title is even funnier this time. And even punnier. Because I am just so clever.

I am nowhere near the title choosing phase with book number two, but there is a wrestling ring being set up in my living room as I type. And I think I hear whisperings of an intervention from the other room amidst the groans. Many, many groans.