It reminded me of when I was younger and despised my name. I mean, Windy. Seriously? Bring on the weather/breezy/rainy/hurricane jokes. What were my parents thinking?
And forget discussing my maiden name. It's 12-letters long and pretty much a horrific tongue twister.
I always wanted to change my name. I hated it. All of it. Why couldn't I have a full name that was something common and that people could actually say?
Now that I'm no longer 10 years old trying to blend in with everyone else, I've realized how lucky I am. My names were/are different. Maybe not completely easy to say, but not that easily forgotten.
Sort of makes it helpful in the world of networking and moving toward publication. Besides, who doesn't want to be a pirate?
What do you think about the name you've got ready to go on the cover of your first NYT Best Seller?
