tbh I used to think about pseudo's all the time back when I was predominantly writing fantasy fiction simply because the scifi and fantasty genre is so heavily male dominated. I particularly favoured David Walker.
But, alas, my days of writing fantasy-esque whatnot has long surpassed itself. At least in the meantime!
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
First initial, middle initial, last name. I could rock the sci-fi world with just that name. I mean...those who know me in real life will get the joke...
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
Yep, I know my author name(s), and they're nothing alike my real name. If I must put my real name somewhere, I'll stick to first name initial, first surname initial and second surname. I don't get a cool combination like Lumi, though :p
• previously ChildOfNowhere - they/them - literary fantasy with a fairytale flavour
I would probably use my "family" nickname ( and my fab last name) that my baby brother made up for me because when he couldn't pronounce my name. It's like my mn and I respond to it very quickly.
Spoiler
The name is: Linda
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Depends on a couple things. If I publish before I get married, I'll use a pen name, perhaps K.B. Key or similar. If I publish after I get married and I have a cool married name, I'll use that (because I don't really like the way my current name looks in print...) Or, if I use my pen name and then get married and am embarrassed by the kind of things I published before I get married... I'll use some other name. I dunno. It's all very complicated.
Instead, he said, Brother! I know your hunger. To this, the Wolf answered, Lo!
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
