Instead of spending my early mornings putting down a thousand words per day on a story, I am stuck on two words.
Two damned words.
The title of my upcoming fantasy book.
Two words should be easy. Right?
After all it’s only two freaking words.
This is the third day in a row of combinations of two words, sometimes three, rarely four.
I want someone else to swoop in here on white feathery wings and present those two wings on a golden platter.
That’s not going to happen.
So much time over two little words…
