Name as a character in a book !

I don’t know what triggered the Facebook algorithm, but I notice that many of my followers are authors, and for some reason, a lot of you are from the UK , some are from Canada, Nigeria, Sweden, a few from the USA and only one from India.

Forget being accomplished, I don’t even consider myself in the writer category; I blog every now and then and I feel extremely honored to be in the company of all of you authors, poets.

Anyways, here is the reason for this blogging, ramblings. My daughter recently told me that one famous author who happens to be one of my favorites; was holding a charitable auction for names for characters in his upcoming novel. Pardon my ignorance, but that was the first time I ever heard of such a thing.

Hmm.!!! My first reaction, “I would love for my name to be one of his characters even if it means she is convicted of a crime.” (This particular author writes crime thrillers and courtroom dramas). But then he would have to change his plot or storyline to reflect some meaningful or Indian things in the story as my name is as Indian as it gets (from India, Sanskrit origin).

My daughter, “but it doesn’t have to be your name. You can use any name.” Me, “Ya, right. Why would I pay for any other names.?”

One of the authors who I have been following and who follows me is Pushpa Parmar. She recently published a book with my name as the protagonist of this book, " Promises for tomorrow." This Rekha is a 12-year-old girl growing up as the eldest daughter of Indian immigrants in South Africa during the 1940s and 1950s. Here is a link to her book.

<https://www.amazon.ca/.../B0CDYB.../ref=monarch_sidesheet...>

Anyways, I know authors sometimes use friends and families’ names as the character names in their novels but has any one of you ever done this? How do you decide the names for your characters? I Would love to hear your thoughts.

This is what I read; aforementioned author is in this pile somewhere.

Ramblings on this rainy, first day of Fall Sunday when you just want to curl with your favorite crime thriller.

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