What I found more stressful than anything was actually having to pick a name for that person who would inevitably come out and need to be called something. Forever.
As someone who changes my mind pretty often, deciding on something that permanent was kind of daunting, not only once, but twice. So much so that on the way to the hospital with my second child, in between contractions came my husband’s pleading request… “Please. Just pick a girl’s name.” (We were between two.) Luckily, it was a boy and I never had to decide.
It wasn’t until years later, while I was writing, that I realized something. Picking a living person’s name didn’t have to be permanent or the worst kind of pressure. If my daughter comes home when she’s 20 and tells me that she hates her name and is changing it to Ice Cream Sundae, then Ice Cream Sundae she will be.
But a character’s name? Once it’s in print? Yep, that’s forever. There’s no changing it and no going back.
And so enters a whole other kind of stress.
So I kind of cheated when I began picking characters’ names for At This Stage. I dug through my memory bank to find names that we wanted to choose for our kids but which never made it to the finish line. Jackson was the easiest. My husband and I both loved that one, but I vetoed it because there were already too many derivatives of it in our families. For Kaitlyn, I knew I wanted a name I thought was strong, both in the full version of her name and her nickname. Many of the others were names we’d considered, too, with some alterations along the way.
Now that I’m embarking on having to choose more names for my next book, I’m finding the process doesn’t really get any easier. It’s kind of the opposite of naming your child, where you pick a name but have no idea what kind of human you’re getting. Here, I have an idea of who the person is going to be and I need to find a name to fit.
Maybe I’ll have to have another child so I can increase my name pool for future novels.
Um, nope…I think I’ll just buy one of those baby naming books instead.