The Name Is In Your Head

You've named this brand forty times. Forty times, you've killed it.

Good. Those corpses are data.

Every rejected name is a border post: too cute, too clinical, too close to that other brand. String the rejections together and they draw a shape. The shape is the name you're looking for. You're not searching. You're remembering.

Here's the method I use when a founder swears every name is taken.

Start with the graveyard.

List every name you've killed and one line on why it died. Ten minutes. You now have a map of what the name can't be, which is half of knowing what it is. Pay attention to the almosts. An almost is the target with one wrong feature.

Raid your notes app.

The words you keep circling. The brand names in other categories you wish you'd thought of, and the reason why. The places, phrases, and inside jokes that feel like the brand even when they make no sense as names. Caliray, my own brand, came out of exactly this kind of material. Yours will too.

Run the projections.

Rapid-fire, no thinking: the brand is a place, where? A person at a party, describe them. A car, a drink, a time of day. Write down every noun you produce. Names hide in those answers because they come from the same place the brand did: your instincts.

Say the candidates out loud.

Names are worn in the mouth, not on paper. The one you enjoy saying wins arguments the spreadsheet can't.

And the part everyone gets backwards: constraints come last.

Founders kill great names in the first minute over a taken dot-com. Wrong order. Find the name that's true, then negotiate reality: a prefix, a suffix, a different ending. Trademark matters. It matters second.

A great name feels inevitable the moment you hear it. That isn't magic. It's because it was assembled from things already in your head.

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