When Sue disappeared most people were pretty certain that she was deceased. However, in the eyes of the legal world she was still alive because they hadn’t found her body.
Therefore, I couldn’t do anything to settle the estate until I got a Presumption of Death Certificate from a judge.
So, she was Dead and Not Dead. That’s the title of my novel.
Ah yes. The friggen rumour mill. The undercurrent that runs underneath the condolences and sympathetic words.
Apparently, some people think that I picked the title after Sue disappeared. Why I would do that is far beyond my understanding, but there it is. He suggested I clear things up by sending out a post.
Here it is. The post. The blog.
Well, the publisher didn’t particularly care for that title and suggested I think up a different one.
The publisher proposed that I look at the book and try to find a title by seeing if something in the novel’s text might look promising. I did that and one of the titles I suggested came from a character who would occasionally say that he was “Dead and Not Dead.”
Now all of this title-picking occurred months before Sue disappeared. And this title which was among a list of many titles, was spotted by the editor. She is very sharp-eyed. She pointed the title out to the publisher. The publisher liked it and mentioned it to me. I loved the title. The cover of the book was thus designed with the title, “Dead and Not Dead” on the cover.
So, what I’m saying is that the title is a miracle. A zillion in one coincidence.
Yes, Sue became Dead and Not Dead, but she was very much alive when the title for the book was chosen. Selected by others and accepted by Sue and me.
It’s a miracle.
It is a big, rather overwhelming and gosh darn miracle and the rumour mill has it about as wrong as rumour mills seem to be mistaken about most things.
Miracles happen no matter how rational we might think we are. Wonders never cease. They’re everywhere. Inside and outside the church and we can’t presume that all miraculous occurrences are caused by low blood sugar.