A reader once sent me an email back when I was still writing Fortuna Saga in which he, cheekily, said that he enjoyed imagining the lives of tertiary characters that are unnecessarily named such as Stephens, Mudd, Jennings, Hills, and Turk. What that person didn’t know was that those names were slightly modified names of people that I knew that had been killed or injured in Iraq or Afghanistan. Now that I’m a few more years removed from those events, my first reaction is that I was being pretty morbid, but when I put myself back into the same headspace from that time I understand why I did it. Everyone in the story of my life- from my most intimate partners to the people I pass on the street- have stories of their own that are just as rich and detailed. It didn’t make sense to avoid giving characters names simply because they were tangential to the story being told.