Susannah. Remixed.

I was working on my prequel novella the other day –by the beach, might I add– and I couldn’t remember for the life of me what I had decided to name Lyla’s mother. Maybe I was distracted by the dolphins. *tee, hee* Then I remembered this post and thought I would re-share it. (And it also shouts out my biggest fan, who I just interviewed. What a coinky-dink!) Happy Friday!

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My last post dealt with my difficulty in finding a sufficient first name for my main character’s mother. Then, suddenly and out of thin air, an old (folk?) song popped into my head:

Oh Susannah!

Oh don’t you cry for me,

For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.

And in my head this little diddy made a home. For hours. Until finally, I decided to name Lyla Kyle’s mother Susannah. It was like the universe knew it had to be done, so it provided me with a name so I would stop exclaiming “Why, universe, WHY??” with both hands upturned to the heavens. (Disclaimer: I swear I’m not that dramatic)

However, if the universe really had a heart, it would have extracted its stupid song from my brain after it had served its purpose. But alas, it remained. For even more hours than previously thought possible. I even remixed…

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