This has been bugging me for weeks. Every day I would be thinking to myself “I know the answer, it’s just hidden out of sight in a dark corner of my mind. I’ll stop thinking about it and it will come to me” and all those sorts of thoughts like we have when we’re trying to kid ourselves we’re not thinking about it. Of course we are!
In my case I needed a name. Not just any name but a name for the second son in the book I’m writing. I say book, it’s a collection of random typed thoughts on a secret log-in on the family computer. I never get enough time to set aside a whole day and keep going at it. But the ideas have been whirring in my head for about a year now, I know the main characters so well I sometimes worry that I am slipping into another life and if I don’t focus on what’s in front of me I might disappear into my own fantasy world (now there’s an idea)
This second son is barely a minor character, he’s more of a blip. So why was the lack of a name bugging me so much? Honestly, I have no idea. But as I turned on the bedside lamp this morning it was a sudden “bingo!” moment and the name just came to me. And it was as though it had indeed just been lurking in the recesses of my brain waiting for the right time to introduce itself. It’s perfect. And it set the tone for my morning.
He might never be more than a blip in the final story, if it ever gets written, but he will be – to me at least – a happy and important blip because he was so very much wanted. I might just be going crazy but it feels good today.