I have looked at the novel I’ve been working on in all different seasons, at all different times of day, and I have finally decided its title is Where All the Ladders Start. Readers of a poetical persuasion will recognize the quote from the ending of the Yeats poem The Circus Animals’ Desertion:
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
Deciding to give the books in my Last P. I. series titles lifted from poems is one of the many ways in which I strive to be a commercial failure. Couldn’t I have come up with something clever — liking naming them after numbers, or colors, or letters of the alphabet?
Anyway, I am declaring the novel “pretty much done.” So you’ll have a chance to take a look at it before very long.