–so spake Snoopy, in his “World-Famous Author” persona. I know how he feels.
It’s not often that I attempt to express myself creatively, for the simple reason that I am not a very creative person, alas. Every great once in a while, though, I get the urge to play around with a short story or some such nonsense. Why? Hell if I know. Personally I blame the educational philosophy of the 1970s, which seemed to encourage such individual expression, instead of teaching me a decent trade that would keep me off the streets. But whatever the reason, the damage is done, and it’s only a matter of time before I fully submit to the temptation of writing an eye-bitingly horrible work of gamer fiction.
One of the many, many stumbling blocks I encounter is in coming up with names for things (hard as that may be to credit, coming from someone with such a snappy, instantly memorable SDMB username). I am apocalyptically bad at naming things; I encourage other people to name my pets for me. Story titles, character names, fictitious places-- each one is a fresh, bloody ordeal.
I have this possibly insane notion that each character needs to have a perfectly matched name that evokes their personality in some respect, and I’m doing the character an injury by not searching ceaselessly until that ideal name is found. As one might imagine, this criterion tends to obstruct the creative flow, since it’s kind of difficult to write about stuff that you don’t know what they’re called yet. It’s like that one Monty Python skit where the family gets into a huge argument over whether certain words have a “woody” or “tinny” quality.
Today for one brief shining moment I thought I’d tasted success. I’d been looking for an exotic, original place name, and I came up with a neologism that I thought exactly captured the essence I was trying to convey. It was perfect! Authentic-sounding! Memorable! Best of all it was completely original! Except it turns out that somebody else got there first, and used it as the title for an art show. There’s even a web page with that name; to add insult to injury, there’s nothing actually there except for the name itself, presumably to keep losers such as myself from using it.
So now it’s back to square one; and everything is tinny, tinny, tinny. Rats.