I love choosing my characters’ names. I get to use all the really cool names that my husband wouldn’t let me name my children. (I tried to strike a deal with him that he could name all of the children he pushed out of his body, and I got to name all of the children I pushed out of my body, but he wouldn’t go for it.)
He’s sort of a traditionalist about names. In his mind a name has to be around for at least as long as the Bible for it to be considered a valid name. Which is why 4/5of our children have Bible names. (After 18 hours of labor with our last daughter, and a spinal headache, he patted my hand and said, “You can name her whatever you want.” I should have named her Chanel, because then she would be our Chanel number 5, but no, that idea didn’t occur to me until long after the ink was dry on the birth certificate.)
Anyway, while I was writing My Fair Godmother (and Just One Wish) I was teaching the nursery class at church. The kids were sooo cute and had such hip names, that I admit I stole several of them for my novels.
Here is a picture of Savannah
And here is a picture of Hunter. (Although the Hunter in the book never wears rabbit ears)
Aren’t they so darling? And as a bonus, both of their parents want to buy the book. I should have thought of this idea long ago. My next character may be named Oprah . . .