My novel now has a working title. If this were a nonfiction book, I'd announce the working title to everyone. But I'm feeling secretive about it right now. Why is that?
I went to a social function last night, and I have another social function to go to tonight. And I had another social function this morning.
Maybe that's why I'm so depressed. Too much sociability for this introvert.
Regardless, I must say this: working on my novel, and getting a title, did not lift me miraculously out of the encroaching depression. But it did help me feel like I could make it through the rest of the day.