I’ve just finished reading a novel by an author who uses different names depending on what genre he’s writing. He asserts that sometimes an alter ego taps him on the shoulder to play devil’s advocate.
I confess I thought that rather a complex idea; my characters give me enough advice and direction without another writing persona impinging on the situation and arguing with me.
However, one of my readers believes I’m a closet romantic as my work usually includes a bit of relationship-formation somewhere along the line.
I laughed; the idea of me writing romance is absurd. However, what if the author to whom I referred at the beginning has got something? Maybe I could write romance if I used a nom de plume?
The problem is every name I think of makes me dissolve into uncontrollable giggles. Also could I write a story without getting an overwhelming urge to kill someone?
I’m supposed to be editing my latest manuscript for the publisher. Instead of that I’m thinking up daft names. How about Procrasta Nation?