If I decide to self-publish some books, according to the lessons of yesterday’s class, one of the first things I will need to do is come up with a name for my press that lets the world know what I am and what I write. At the moment my favorite thoughts are Tortuga, Bel Canto, Euphoria, Dog Star, or Cottonwood; birds: Kestrel, Egret, Sandpiper, or Junco; colors: Cerulean, Viridian, or Terracotta; old garden roses: Alba, Gallica, Eglantine, or Rosa Mundi; Calliope (the muse) or Blue Iris (the flower); New Mexican memories: Acequia, Abeyta, Blue Corn, Tsankawi, Petroglyph, or Piñon; Sage or Crabapple; Estuary or Oxbow; Andante or Adagio. Or further bells (playing with my middle name): Carillon, Belltower, Bluebell, Bellagio, Campanile. These could all be Press or Publishing or Books, though preferably Press in most cases.
I can tell this venture is stalled already! This is only step #1, and the fun part . . .
image: Arti et Veritati, Mary Hazelton Blanchard Wade