Most of my fictional characters are born with their names firmly attached. As soon as I have a sense of their personality, and a rough idea of age, appearance and occupation, I don’t usually have to think too hard to find a suitable name.
But, every now and then, I try out a whole list of names and end up rejecting them all. This has just happened in a new story that I’m hoping will be included in the collection I’m writing for Alfie Dog Fiction.
The character in question is a criminal who uses a false name, but his own name is revealed at the end of the story. The false name was easy enough to choose, but I couldn’t decide on his real name.
Hm, let me think. He’s up to no good, but he’s also clever and rather charming ...
Ah, yes, that reminds me of another lovable rogue.
I’ve borrowed his name; it fits perfectly.
(And if your name is Rufus – or you know a Rufus – please don’t sue me for libel. I’m not writing about you. Honest!)