Naming Names

Naming names
Writing Life

We have an endless number of choices in naming our characters and their animals. I have recently named a cow Brunhilda. I’ve always got a kick out of that name, and not long ago when we stayed in a convent/motel in Rome we met a nun by that name. It was a German convent.

Anyhow, Bill and I always enjoy different names. Remember Festus Strunk form, “Gunsmoke?” I like Moriarity for a villain in the Sherlock Holmes stories. I’ve named the villain in some of my novels Luskin because it sounded villainous to me. Charles Dickens used names to describe his characters. Wasn’t he the one who had a Uriah Heap as a villian?

Of course we keep the names in the correct era. Kings and Queens had names like Elizabeth and James. People love royal names and they are plain, easy to spell and elegant. They never seem to go out of style. Take my husband’s and son’s name: William. Of course both are called Bill. When naming heroes and heroines you can’t go wrong with that kind of name. Be ready with a nickname or diminutive, though. I’m reading a book where a person of Charleston “royalty” is called Foot because there were so many other men in his family with the name Hugh, which was his as well.

Essie, Bessie, Agnes. and Dora would be from another time. Babies have their own names for themselves and their siblings that often stick. I’m glad my brother’s name for me didn’t. All he could call me at first was Doo Doo.

Of course you can get ideas from baby name books and the phone book. Just looking at names on line will inspire you. You can look for names from different languages. For my present book, I named an Italian woman Orsina, then Lia, and now I’m thinking about going back to Orsina again. I’m not sure why I wavered.

I have children in my Sunday School named Zarriya, Traviayana, Ahshalyn, and Shyasia. When we have visitors I let the children tell someone else’s name and I write them on the board. Some with which I am not familiar are hard to learn to spell. I’m still not sure about Ahshalyn, but I know it has one h and then another. One time I wondered why people had to have made up names that I couldn’t spell. I quit wondering, however, as soon as I realized I had that kind of name myself. Now I enjoy learning to spell them.

Another made-up name I heard once was Lastus. A girl in my elementary school told me her baby brother’s name was Lastus cause her momma and daddy sure didn’t need any more children. So here’s the lastus of this story.

My parents made up my name from theirs. It was the nurse’s idea. Dad’s name was Ivan (which by the way, was a UK name as well as a Russian one.) Mother’s was Dora. They put in two capital letters so there would be one from each. Don’t forget, names have meanings. My mother’s and father’s names both meant gift of God, so looky there, I am doubly blessed. What does your name mean?

 

My Inner Perfectionist

Perfectionist
Writing Life

 

Nowadays we have so many right ways to do things that I usually choose the easiest way and move on. Recently, however, that policy has broken down. I’m going to have to let little Miss Priss Perfectionist out in order to save my writing career.

I have good Beta readers. They told me I needed to spruce up my punctuation. I resisted, but then I thought: why should I be lacking in anything, when a bit of concentration will improve my writing and make it easier for my dear editor when we’re getting ready to publish another book?

What had me confused was that many of the writing rules taught in middle school were out-dated or not even true as we were learning them. One was that you shouldn’t begin a sentence with and nor but. Another was that you couldn’t place a preposition at the end of a sentence. I learned from an English professor from Wheaton on a CD course that any preppie that wanted to live at the end of a sentence should be allowed to do so.

My problem was with the almost microscopic comma, and its two cohorts, the semicolon, and the colon.

Anyhow, I went looking for technical writing books in my home library and I came to The Little, Brown Handbook I bought at a sale a few months ago. I looked it over, but it was so dense I didn’t know where to start using it so I put it away. I was the dense one, of course, not Little Brown.

Today, I decided that as an Indie writer I need to adopt a manual of style in the same way that long ago I adopted the Bible as the one basic book for guidance in my life. So because I have it on hand, I’m going to make the Little Brown Handbook my own. Oh, yes, I know I can look things up on the Internet, but that also gives many options and for my own peace of mind, I want to settle on one way of doing things

I picked the tome out of the bookcase, laid it on my lap, and opened it. Right in the middle, randomly exposed, was the information I needed. As Corrie ten Boom used to say, What a joy! Next, I will see what Little Brown has to say about the use of italics.

I made up a love story to entertain my brain as it retains the coma, semi colon, and colon information.

Two sentences got married by Justice of the peace, Comma, and a conjunction named And.

And and Comma went away so the sentences had to separate and each take on a period for a while.

The two got back together when Semicolon came along, all by herself, to help out.

For a short time, Semicolon wasn’t available so Colon took over. When And and Comma returned they became the mainstay of the family. Semicolon and Colon were invited occasionally, Semicolon more frequently than Colon because you never knew when Colon might become overbearing.

The two sentences had much in common and needed to stay together. That meant that as long as they had And with Comma, or Semicolon or Colon around they would live happily ever after.

 

Keep writing,

Love,

DiVoran

November 2013 Newsletter

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This week I sent out our November 2013 newsletter. You might want to click the link below as there is a chance to win a signed copy of one of my current books or a copy of my upcoming novel, Jessie.

Wishing you all a wondeful Thanksgiving.

November Newsletter

Getting High

Getting High
Writing Life

I remember those words from another generation. Are they still apropos? By the way I hate that word it sounds as if someone has the flu.

Anyhow, let me tell you about the high that happened to me minutes ago.

On my way home from my walk I came off the trail and entered the neighborhood. A good neighbor was having a garage sale. Those things attract me as flowers attract butterflies, so I fluttered across the street to have a look and a chat with the sale-er. This neighbor is especially precious because she, her husband, and their two blond-haired boys have lived in the house since the boys were toddlers, and because her husband and another neighbor helped get a downed tree off our house after Hurricane Charley. The boys are thirteen now, and very smart. I could see why as I looked through the childhood books for sale, and their mom told me how she had read to them even before they were born. She read a children’s Bible, mostly.

I selected a few children’s books for my Sunday School class, but didn’t have any money with me, so I walked home to get some. When I was almost here I thought about taking two of my books, Sacred Spring, and Living Spring to her and her helper. The ulterior motive didn’t surface until  later, I’m always happy for people to read my books and that was enough for me at that time.

When I gave them the books they were truly thrilled. I guess it was the subject and the covers. The helper said, “My husband will read this book too, he reads everything he can get his hands on about Florida. He won’t use a motor on a boat. He has a kayak, and a canoe.”

“Several men have liked those books.” I told her. and it’s true. Then I asked if the women would consider writing reviews for Amazon about the books if they liked them and they both eagerly agreed that they would.

“And I’ll tell people about it,” the neighbor said. I work for the County.

“I’ll tell people too,” said the helper. “I work for the School Board.”

“You can be my little fan club.”

They both nodded happily. I felt so warm, fussy, loved, and accepted that I couldn’t wait to get home and tell you about it.

Some highs are good for us. What makes you high? Or perhaps it would sound better if I were to say, “What puts you in high spirits?”

 

Happy Writing,

DiVoran