Friday, March 22, 2013
Good for a Larf
As I've mentioned before, here in Ozland, my non-Anglo name can occasionally cause me grief of the minor and often amusing sort as I go about my daily life. Part of my problem-solving duties at the Arvo Job require phone time and leaving messages, which I do very clearly, even spelling out my name as a matter of habit because it seems to help people come to grips with the goshy, darn foreignness of it, and yet people constantly call back hesitantly asking for Kim, Mumble-Mumble, Heather or any other name they happen to have pulled out of a nearby hat.
Today, a colleague informed me with a laugh, someone asked for Glitter, and yes, they'd wanted to speak with me.
Glitter. I like it. Glitter Christensen. What an attention-grabbing nom de plume that would make. Perhaps Glitter Rose? Hmm, no that sounds familiar, and vaguely Twelfth Planety. Anyway, I'm thinking romance writing. Chick lit. Something more glamorous than science fiction, although that's a horribly biased utterance, for who's to say SF can't have high heels, shimmeriness and twinkle?
Glitter. Yep, I still like it.