Peggy, Peggy, bo-beggy
Banana-fana fo-feggy
Fee-fi-mo-meggy
Peggy!
I've never cared much for my name. Peggy. It doesn't have the ethereal essence of Heather or Lauren. It sounds more like the rare but possible collision of a burp and hiccup.
My mom called me Doll. My dad sometimes called me Pecky Lou or Pete. My husband calls me Babe, Woman, or Turkey Butt, always with love. One son calls me Mom, the other calls me Mother. Occasionally, during my blonde moments, they call me Big Dumb Girl. Youth I taught still call me Pegs. My son's high school swim team called me Mama Tidwell, and, back in the day, my other son's friends called me Peggychan. (That's a Pokemon reference)
Peggy means Pearl. That I like. A pearl is the only precious gem created from a living organism. It starts as an irritation in an oyster and over time transforms into a beautiful, flawless, priceless pearl. My own transformation is still a work in progress, but I have harvested a few pearls along the way.
So what are my Pearl Drops for this blog? Wisdom? Perhaps. Musings? Probably. Randomness? Definitely. But randomness with a purpose.
I write novels and love naming my characters. I keep a spiral notebook with about 500 names and a code next to each name that corresponds to one of the ten books I'm writing. It's cleverly called the Name Book. I do this so I don't repeat names or collect a lot of names that start with the same letter in any story. OCD, I know.
This blog is intended to engage you, the reader. I'll drop pearls, but I want you to throw some back at me. Tell me about your name, or names you would use in a novel, or a name that elicits an emotion or memory.
I joined a writers' group in my area. Printed on their T-shirt is a quote something like this: "I'm always looking. I get my best material from watching people." (I never actually bought a T-shirt, so I don't remember the exact quote.)
Anyway, you never know. I may use your idea in my next novel.
Peggy
MINI PEARLS
Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name
is so she can tell when she's really in trouble.
Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name
is so she can tell when she's really in trouble.
"...at the name of Jesus
every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord..."
Phil. 2:10-11 NIV
every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord..."
Phil. 2:10-11 NIV
