rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but a character definitely
won’t. I’m the kind of reader that loves a good name. Just the name
alone can bring up an image of the character.
Jack- a tough solid man with brown hair that glints red in the sun. Always good in a fight, but with a wicked sense of humor.
willowy and blonde, wears her hair in a braid and has a penchant for
flowery dresses. If you’re upset, she’ll likely offer you a cup of
buzz cut and a nasty scar on his chin. When you ask him about it, he’ll
make up a lie. But something about those silver blue eyes makes you
doubt his story.
auburn hair and cowboy boots, she’s from country as big and wide as her
smile. Her laugh is as loud as it is contagious. And it works perfectly
to cover the shadows of her past.
yes, to me: a name can make or break a story. There are some names that
are so horrible, I have to read the jarring, discordant syllables out
loud and wonder if the author ever did the same.
this just means I obsess for hours, days, and sometimes even weeks over
a character’s name. If you write, you know that at times, a character
is less a creation, and more a fully developed idea that just (like
magic) pops into your mind. But what positively slays me is when the
blasted character refuses to tell you their name. My new novel is
currently sitting at a painful 850 words all because my male MC refuses
to fess up. Fantastic.
instead, I write a blog and hope my MC will soon tell me his secrets.
Until then, I’ll leave you with this. Some of my favorite names come
from the great JK Rowling. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger,
Sevvvvverrusss Ssssnape. I’ll admit- I have a weakness for the anti-hero
and the sibilant name. But can you imagine if Harry wasn’t Harry?
Things might not have been so magical…