By PG.Forte On May 9 2012, 3:40 am
When I was pregnant with my son, my husband and I had a terrible time settling on a name for him. It got so bad I had a recurring nightmare in which we were at the church for his christening and we still didn't know what to call him. We eventually resorted to picking out a placeholder name—something we didn’t completely hate that we could agree to use as a last resort in the event we never did find something better. When we finally came up with a name we both loved, it was a huge relief…for about a week, which was how long it took us to realize we'd each been spelling it a different way.
For the record, if he’d been a girl this would not have been a problem. We agreed pretty much instantly on what we’d call our daughter. And, four years later, that’s what we did. She hates it, however, and has been planning on changing it ever since she was about eight or nine. Which just goes to show that sometimes you just can’t win.
Other than that one time, however, I’ve never really had much trouble coming up with names for things or titles for books…until now. My most recently completed book (and please note, I use the word “completed” very loosely here) currently goes by the title Book Three or, as I like to call it, The Mess.
Descriptive? You betcha, but not likely to sell very well. I’m thinking my editor will have something to say if I don’t find something a little sexier than that before I turn the manuscript in. I wonder how hard it would be to talk her into calling it Jason Christopher? You know, just as a last resort. Hey, it worked last time.