Three weeks in and you’d think I have a name for my main character.
Well I don’t.
I have a make-shift name: Lily, which isn’t at all right for her. Two years ago when I first thought about writing this story it seemed right. But she’s definitely not a Lily. She’s a…well, I’m not sure. But as I write more and more I starting to get a glimmer.
I’ve had trouble with names in my past novels as well. Especially the second. When writing Mounting Desire, a spoof on romance novels, I went through several names. Even Emily. And believe me, my favorite nymphomaniac is no Emily. In fact, she was even originally a he. But that’s another story.
Only in my first novel, How to Cook a Tart, did the name come quickly. It arrived in a flash and remained: Jasmine. She was a Jasmine at the beginning and a Jasmine she stayed. It was strong, evocative and memorable. Like she was.
The third, Believe Me, took some time but when it dawned on me it all made sense: Lucy. One, it’s my mother’s, two, it eluded to ‘Lucy in the sky with diamonds,’ and three, the famous australopithecus fossil was named Lucy. All perfect for a character who was a mother and first rate scientist specializing in astronomy.
So for this novel, I’m still searching. Still trying on names for size.
I looked on the internet for popular names given in the 1920’s, the time of her birth. And there are some classic ones: Doris, Mildred, Shirley, Marjorie. All a bit strange sounding to us in 2011 and perhaps not that attractive to our ears but all in the top 20 in the 1920’s.
Nothing has really charmed me yet. Hoping to come up with something as dazzling as Scarlett O’Hara or Holden Caulfield or who could forget Atticus Finch. Now there are some names.
Maybe next week.
Anyway, got to my word count just in time to clean the kitchen before school pick up.
How are you doing? Anyone else with a name problem?