Every once in a while you happen upon a situation that makes you as an adult incredibly angry with a younger version of you.
And that moment happened to me again today as I was thinking about nom de plume‘s. That’s French for pen name
meaning an assumed name and not just a name I give my pen.
My instinct was to go with something that would look fabulous on a book cover. So names that start with “K” or “Z” or “Q” were where I was focusing most of my attention.
And finally I decided on Quinn Quincy over Ken Kittinger and Zach Zardoz.
And then I was going to sign my new nom de plume, to try it on for size and I couldn’t do it. I’d forgotten how to write a cursive-Q.
And then I thought and realized, other than the letters in my normal, boring, name, there are probably a lot of cursive letters that I no longer know how to form, including the Ks and Zs.
Normally I wouldn’t care at all, but this was my new nom de plume that was in danger due to this failing. So I did what everyone does now, I looked it up on the internet.
So, the good news is, Quinn Quincy is back on the table.
But it’s a little sad that my knowledge of cursive has gone to the same place as my knowledge of dinosaur names…
and G.I. Joe characters.
I can’t even think of my grade school teachers without blushing with shame. I am so sorry.