I don’t know how I am going to say this. It’s a bit hard to talk about something when you don’t want to use real names.
So I will use pseudonyms. It comes natural for me, being SmikG and all 😉
Let’s say the over-riding name for my novel, the series as it were, since I have written the first, and have started the second (albeit very s-l-o-w-l-y) with my intention for it to be part of a very long series…
Is ‘Mountain Peak.’ Yeah that’s about right. Let’s call it that.
But that’s the title of the series, so it comes to reason that each novel would need an individual name, right?
So for this current novel that I am working and re-working and re-working ’til FOREVER it seems, it is called…
YES! Perfect. No that is not the name, but for purposes of this experimental exercise and real-life scenario, let’s go with that.
Mountain Peak: Experimentation.
That makes sense! You experiment while climbing a mountain’s peak, right?
Tee hee hee.
I was at swimming with baby girl today. She was doing her thing in the pools, while I was doing my Mum thing… having a quiet moment. In the peak of swimming centre traffic, with kids entering pools excited, then exiting the same waters drenched and exhausted, with parents amidst it all watching the clock and holding out towels, and ordering that wet clothes go into plastic bags, I sat with my head lowered, looking at all of social media and trying to remember if there was anything I needed to look up during this temporary moment of non-interruption.
I was getting bored while scroll scroll scrolling, as a Mum sat beside me with her older primary school aged daughter. They were doing something, I didn’t really look up to see, and I just figured they were waiting for a child/sibling to get out of the pool.
Then all of a sudden…
Huh? Had my ears deceived me?
I looked to the side where the Mum and daughter were. They were doing a crossword puzzle. Not wanting to stare and be obvious I quickly looked away, wondering to myself…
‘Did I just imagine that? Did I just hear the name of my novel? I must be kidding myself.’
I went about getting out baby girl’s towel as the end of her session drew near, and the curious cat that I am, I just couldn’t help myself…
The mother-daughter duo were positioned to my right and baby girl’s class was also in that direction, so it made perfect sense to linger my gaze a little longer to watch her retrieve dive sticks from the pool…
(Meanwhile my eyes were insanely scanning their crossword from a distance, looking at all the long words to see, if really…)
There it was. Experimentation.
They had it
They had found it.
I found it the oddest, funniest, yet also spookiest thing to have someone whisper to themselves, loud enough for me to hear sitting beside them, the name of my novel!
And this name, it isn’t even as common as ‘experimentation.’ Sure, for one particular group of people it might be a daily utterance … but most folks would usually say testing, instead of experimentation, you know?
Yeah, I know, you don’t know… ha ha ha.
And I was just like… woah.
Before I had time to smile or ponder any further, baby girl came over to me soaking and wet, with raindrops of water cascading off her hair and swimsuit, as if it were falling out of the sky… 😉