Sometimes a great title comes to you in a flash. Sometimes it requires the Gulf Coast Jones Act to procure one from one’s stuck mind. Sometimes you just need to start writing and let the title reveal itself as you progress through the process of writing the novel.

The latter looks like it’ll be the case with my newest mystery novel series attempt. I can’t conjure up a title, even if someone would give me a pound of pure gold to produce one. So for the first time in a while, I’m faced with starting a novel without a title for it that I’m in love with.

Maybe that’s better.