Some writers feel very attached to names; they choose carefully to reflect each character's personality and potential. Others worry about characters sharing names that could be confused, or beginning with the same letter, or they name characters after people they know.
I am so not attached to names, I forget them, even in person, which is terribly embarrassing. I put it down to sleep deprivation, or possibly the spaghetti with meat sauce I ate so much the year I lived in England, before anybody knew about mad cow. I remember details, like whether or not she likes chocolate or he knows how to play badminton, but names? I wish. I have to keep a list as I go along, if I'm writing a novel. If I think of a name I like better, I change.
My opinion: names have little if anything to do with the people who bear them. They reflect the dreams and values of others - their parents, the friends who give them nicknames, the teachers who got them mixed up with somebody else.
All of which is to say that today I will be writing about the old lady coveting her neighbour's armchair, which means I'll be procrastinating with the US government and the phone book. Wish me luck!