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My own special kind of rut
December 14th, 2003
Amongst everything else I’m trying to accomplish this weekend, I decided I had to settle on some names for several characters that will make appearance in Dicebox starting in Chapter 5.
Yes, I know, it’ll be several months until I even begin Chapter 5. They’re actually going to be part of a pin-up that will go up on Girlamatic as fill-in for New Year’s week as I will be doing some visiting over Christmas and the relatives are actually going to want me present for the whole shebang, or at least a good part of it.
Anyway. The characters in question have actually been with me for quite sometime, some even named or between names, if you follow. I just felt if I was going to draw them, I should nail down all their names. And I actually do enjoy rooting around for names, have a few name books on the shelves and usually I have a feel for the rhythm or sound I’m after to begin with.
I was just about done selecting names when I realized that all the previously un-named ones now had names beginning with the letter “L.” Except for the one that was named “El.”
I do this thing quite a bit; Kip pointed out for a while there I was selecting a lot names begining with “G” and “R,” usually in sets of two. (Molly’s name used to be one that began with “R.”) As I had realized this before the names were set for me, I could actually go back and rectify the situation. Now only three have “L” names and I can live with that.
I actually blame this specific occurance on my recently picking an Ella Fitzgerald CD, Ella Sings Broadway. She does a version of “Whatever Lola Wants” that is quite compelling, corny early 60s band arrangement aside.
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You saw the Pan cast listing, right? Wouldn’t you be surprised to learn that less than half a dozen of those characters are anything more than a half-assed name?
I didn’t think so.
*pulls his hair out in sympathy for Jenn*
But that’s what I’M here for, Bill.
To help him with names or to pull his hair out?
Well, first she helps pull the hair out, and then she stuffs random characters into my head through the holes left in my skull by all that hair-pulling, and then she just staples my scalp into place, seals it with a kiss, and continues on her merry way.
(This compared to how i’ll crack Dylan’s chest open while she’s sleeping so i can help rearrange *her* characters, and then set fire to the ones she doesn’t need anymore…)
You’ve already brought about the erasure of nigh on a third of the storyline! BASTARD.
ooh ooh, how about a Lost Boy who *eats lizards*.
I just went back and leafed through some old Lost Boy-related emails that you threw my way while you were skulking about Paris, and so after much though, the Boys’ ranks have damn near *doubled*.
I thank you kindly, Mademoiselle.
*tips his own phantom-fedora unto thee*