Choosing names for fictional characters always seems to me to be a challenge. A name in a story has to be both appropriate and memorable. But what happens when it coincides with the name of a real person? Can it be libellous particularly when characteristics in the fictional person happens to fit the real person? I should know the answer but I don't precisely. These thoughts come to me today as I watch names come up on a screen in the hospital waiting room. Novelists looking for inspiration must find such sources of value. Today I think to myself that the name, Verity Bolter which pops up for a moment could on its own inspire an interesting character. But she is a real person, and in the unlikely event that she reads this I hope that she will accept my apologies for the brief intrusion.
Sprouting from a wall in the garden a horse chestnut seedling. Who buried a conker there? A squirrel perhaps. Meanwhile a spreading chestnut tree comes to mind where..
"The village smith stands;
The smith a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands..."
The seedling will have to go alas.