People with names like Gay Barr or Harry Dyck probably have a keen appreciation for the importance of names, but I was lucky that my parents chose baby names devoid of unfortunate double entendres.
Like proud parents, some authors agonize for days over the perfect name for their characters. I’d like to say that I choose my characters’ names with equal care, but the truth is I don’t. It’s lucky I never had children – I’d probably have named them Bradley Ulysses Martin or Alexander Steven Steadman and doomed them to eternal taunting when the other kids learned their initials.
The only character name I really researched was Aydan Kelly (the main character in the Never Say Spy series). I spent hours searching for the perfect Irish name, because her Irish heritage was going to be an important subtext in the story. I finally settled on Aydan, which is Gaelic for “little fire”.
If you’ve read the series, you’re probably thinking, “Um… what?”
Yeah, you’re right. Not only did Aydan’s heritage turn out to be completely irrelevant to the story; but I also unwittingly selected a spelling that isn’t even Irish – a while ago, a lovely Turkish reader named Aydan wrote to me, curious about how I’d come to select her quintessentially Turkish name for my “Irish” character. Oops.
I may be casual about naming most of my characters, but I always worry a bit when I’m choosing a name for a villain. I can only imagine what it must be like for a reader to discover that a vile sociopath is named after them. (Though I will admit there’s a certain passive-aggressive satisfaction in naming an unsavoury character after someone who screwed me over in real life. Not that I’ve ever done that. Much.)
Bad associations aside, some names give me a completely illogical visceral reaction. “Alicia” feels cold, controlling, and uptight to me, and I have no idea why. I’m sure there are thousands of loving, warm, funny Alicias in the world (and if you’re an Alicia reading this, I apologize – I’m sure you’re a very nice person). But I’ve never met an Alicia, so my oddball bias remains.
And some names give me warm fuzzies for no apparent reason. I’m sentimentally saving “Joy” for an extra-special character because if I’d ever had a daughter, that would have been her name.
What names give you a visceral reaction (good or bad)? Or just for fun, run your least favourite non-friend’s initials through the Bad-Guy Hippie Name Generator and share, share, share!
Book 14 update: It was another good writing week! I just hit Chapter 33 and Hellhound is being himself – I was laughing out loud while I wrote last night. I love my job!