Discovering the Relevance of Words
Just saying it is awesome. A name like that can propel a man to greatness.
Remington Castle. Alexandro Bloodharvest.
I’ve been thinking a lot about names lately. Names say a lot about us, and yet we have little to no control over them. Every day children are born with names waiting for them. They become Michaels or Jennys or Norbits without any regard to their individuality.
Yet the reverse seems scarier still. Think about what the world would be like if people chose their own names. It would be pandemonium. Everybody would want a cool name. No one is going to choose to be called Irving when they could go by something cool like Gunter or Rodrigo. Or even Pandemonium. That would be an awesome name. The point is, most people can barely be trusted to name their boat. There’s no way we, as a society, could allow people the right to pick their own names. It would be irresponsible.
It all started this morning when I read that TV producer Michael Shur wrote a sports blog under the pseudonym Ken Tremendous that I started to seriously think about the name I would have given myself. As writers we spend more time than most thinking about names and titles. We give titles to our works and names to our characters, always aware of the power these labels have.
Our very own J. Gabriel Allan wrote a piece a while back about the power of names and the way they influence our perception of others. My question is a little different.
I want to know what you would call yourself if you wrote your life. What you name yourself if you were your own boat?
Me, I can’t decide. It’s a toss up between Billy Knightblade and Special Agent Don Shark.