I’m in the process of choosing a character name – I guess I’ve sort of got out of my writer’s block now – but I keep getting backtracked and musing about names instead. Names are fascinating. Certain names don’t seem to go with certain personalities, but then you think ‘What they were called that?’ because names seem to have a mind of their own. They fit to their owner.
Whilst I was sitting in an empty carriage on this little train of thought, I started to wonder what people think of me and my name.
I don’t think my name describes me very well. When it is used on book characters on other people, it sounds different. On me, it sounds sort of…stodgy. Like plain mashed potato. Or plain pasta. Or basically anything plain.
My name feels like mine, but it doesn’t feel like me. As I said before, names change for their owner. The aura I get from one name in a book is not the aura I get from that girl in my class under the same name. I could be making this whole thing up, considering I’m looking at myself from I inside and not out. I’m not sure.
But I wonder what people think of my name. I wonder what people think of me, as person. I wonder…
Goodness me, this train of thought really has taken a detour. (And my computer is STILL out of action. Gah.)