I can’t think of titles. I have never been able to think of titles and I am still unable to think of titles.
When I write for SCN, my editor comes up with my titles. Thought that “It’s a Matter of Attraction” was a clever way to introduce stem cell homing? It was all thanks to my top notch editor. I wrote a guest post for a personal finance blog recently. No revisions to my post – but he didn’t like the title. Hell – I didn’t like it either! On my finance blog, one of my posts has the awe-inspiring title of “Indulge Yourself”. WTF does that even mean?
I also can’t think of fictional names. I suck at coming up with fictional names. When I write fiction, my towns have stupid names like “Darcyville” (I hope that’s not a real place) and my characters are generically Annes, Davids and Johns (Except in 8th grade when I went through a Russian phase, and every other male character was “Alexei”. Ahem…).
And damn it, I procrastinate. I was supposed to write an intelligent post about new methods of stem cell testing and tissue culture that did not require animal tissues. And you know what? I wrote this instead.