The New York Times had an article today about how bookstores are doing an excellent holiday business.
The article focuses on sales of adult books, and I don't write adult books (lacking, as I do, sufficient adult genes), but it still made me jealous of all those writers who get a holiday season boost.
I'm not totally oblivious to what it is I write, and I do understand that in my last four books, I've killed off all humanity in three and an entire family in the fourth. And while Christmas isn't my holiday, I have reason to believe books where all humanity and/or entire families get slaughtered may not automatically appeal to the holiday spirit shopper.
It's too late and I'm too lazy to rewrite all four books, so I've decided instead to give them holiday-appropriate titles. That way people won't notice all the suffering and horror.
Life As We Knew It With Santa
Sleighbells* Ring For The Dead And The Gone
This World We Live In At Holiday Time
Blood Wounds But Really Nice Gifts Heal!
I can hear those cash registers jingle with that happy holiday sound!
*Get the clever play on words? Sleighbells? Slaybells? Maybe it's too subtle for the harried holiday shopper.