I walked the beach, sat on a bench where my father is now resting, (he passed away a year ago, and I find myself talking to him when I need guidance), and chatted on about my frustrations with regard to the title change. When I rose to return home, I saw something glint in the rose bed where his ashes are scattered. It was a shiny penny.
BAM! The title came to me, and I love it more than the original. Today, I will share it with the world, and release the book sometime this year.
Introducing … The Penny Portrait.
The great thing with the title is that it suits the storyline much better so it sits in my brain quite nicely (good job it isn't a long title!).
Thanks, Dad. x