Still on the name front…I did, of course, invent myself whole. There are reasons for both first and last names…some rational, some whimsical and, thinking back over my upbringing, an intriguing question mark now over “Jane”. Ask nicely and I might get back to that. 🙂
But I have invented myself with but the two names. Or occasionally three: my old surname sometimes double-barrelling with Fae, mostly in academic circles. Otherwise, though, no middle name.
And maybe there should be one.
If there is to be – and I am not at all sure yet that there will – it needs to fit two criteria. First, it needs to work with first and last names and create rhythm and music. Second, it needs to please me. Thus, in terms of rhythm, I could just about see “Abigail” working.
A three-syllable name providing a series of gentle arches linking the front and back of my appellatory edifice feels like it sort of fits. But to be honest, can anyone really see me adopting THAT name. Er, just in case there is anyone out there that thinks I might: no!
With apologies to anyone else who happens to be called Abigail, it is definitely not for me.
Of course, two-syllables might provide a stronger bridge: Jane Alice Fae. Hmmm… somehow no. Though the rhythm works.
And not necessarily sticking to A, either: A was my previous middle name, but branching out…I have a whole 25 other letters to play with.
Dunno. It is a whole new world now – not just physically. There is a tiny bit of pressure to add a middle simply because call centre bods seem so disappointed to find I haven’t one. On t’other hand, that seems a bad reason.
Jane Judith Fae? No way!
Jane Karen Fae? Nah…
Jane Lucy Fae? Puh-lease! (and far too satanic…)
No. A middle name, it seems to me, is a chance for whimsy…or at least something that brings a smile to my lips if not to any other’s. So either something will materialise during a dream some night. Or it won’t.