I know why the cat lady had so many cats: she liked naming things.
Names are fun. Poe, Minor, Elias; Chuzzlewit and Pecksniff; the Captain and Tenille; Linwood, Hazel, Sprague. My grandmother's name, Mary Estelle, means "rebel star." (That is so cool). Then there are the Pakistani names that end in "ish," like Daanish, Naazish, and Beenish. (Beenish; that's a neat one). Bronwen, Cormac, Nicola; Xochitl (pronounced So-cheel), Santiago, and ooh, Alberto.
Novelists have it good. Yeah, that's the life - doling out names left and right. Romance novelists in particular, since they don't seem to be hindered by probability or good taste.
Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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I tried writing some short stories some years ago and choosing names was excruciating.
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