Lily? You bite your lip, nope there’s no room for nicknames there. Elsa? You cringe as you remember your Frozen phase. Sydney. As soon as you hear it, you know it’s the one. The perfect name for your main character. You briefly wonder if your parents put this much thought into your name. You shrug, you actually do like your name, now if only people would pronounce it right. You turn your attention back to your character, Sydney. Her friends are going to call her Syd, you decide. That’s the fun part of being a writer, you get to pick your character’s names and nicknames and pet peeves and more often than not, they all contain tiny parts of you. Sydney is going to be a reader, maybe a burnt-out reader, a girl who could read three 300-hundred-page books in a week when she was 12 and now struggles to finish a seven-page short story. You discard the idea of her being a ‘Nancy Drew’ really quickly. She has to be weird and impulsive and have a family that survives the ‘kill everyone who...
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