Eek! I just discovered that I never posted yesterday's blog. I just wrote it out and saved it. My bad.
And here it is, yesterday's post . . .
I just popped my latest story "For I Have Lain Me Down on the Stone of Loneliness and I'll Not Be Back Again" in the mail today and it got me thinking about titles. I've been on an desultory long title binge lately -- "From Babel's Fall'n Glory We Fled . . ." leaps to mind -- because I got tired of everything having short, tidy titles to the degree that there are months when the contents page of Asimov's looks like a row of neatly-tied brown shoes.
Seventeen words is nowhere near the record for longest title for a published short story, of course. But what is? Does anybody here know?
Above: It has nothing to do with today's blog, but since I didn't have anything appropriate I thought I'd share this photo of the ghost of a jack-o-lantern.