Today I am pseudonymous and in search of a new nom de plume.
Names excite me in a way that most people would find hard to understand. I take huge delight in mailing a close friend as Ethel Plank or Ursula Plughole (she reciprocates with Betty Bagpipe or Norma Doom). Childish fun, but it feeds my constant craving for made-up names.
Aliases, and why people choose them, are a fascination. Many actors and writers choose a soubriquet because their own name is already taken, or not exciting enough for the potential audience.
Would Archibald Leach have been as successful as Cary Grant or would Judy Garland have trotted down the yellow brick road as Frances Gumm? Would the name William Pratt have rung through the house of horror as much as Boris Karloff and would Ginger Rogers have danced as well as plain old Virginia McMath? I doubt it.
Interesting names imprint themselves on the brain. We remember our heroes, heroines, villains and thieves because their moniker rolls off the brain tongue...
Mata Hari (Margaretha Zelle)
Joseph Stalin (Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili)
Marlene Dietrich (Maria Magdalene von Losch)
Harry Houdini (Erik Weisz)
Muddy Waters (McKinley Morganfield)
Billie Holiday (Eleanora Fagan)
So, I am throwing 'Minx' away for 24 hours and becoming.....becoming who?
Ummm, well, today I shall be.....
Nellie von Cloppe
Has a ring, doncha think?
Anyway, there are rules today - if you are loitering about and thinking of commenting please humour me a little and use a juicy gnome de plum. I will make a vague attempt to guess who you are.