I read somewhere, in one of the many posts I come into contact with every day, that it’s preferable to use your full name in the title of your blog. That’s if you have a writing blog—which is what I’m attempting to do (although sometimes I’ll blog about my loyal plants or my adorable blond Labrador). Other types of blogs live by different rules.
Apparently, it’s all about branding. If your ultimate goal is to bring attention to your books—which would certainly be nice—then your writing, or your pen name, needs to be seen.
So I decided to follow that advice, but I didn’t want to start a new blog and lose contact with all my faithful followers who have put up with me all this time. I simply changed the identity of the blog, and muriellerites became Murielle Cyr blogs. Simple enough, but why do I feel as if I’ve just gone through a divorce. Of course this doesn’t involve lawyers, court appearances, legal bills, and a trip to the pawn shop with your wedding rings, but I am still left with that nostalgic feeling of having let go of a part of me—like stamping it Nolonger Exists in bright red ink. It brings back that empty feeling of having your divorce finalized, of pressing the delete button that erases all past aspirations and emotions that come with a broken partnership.
Have you ever had to go through a change of name along the way, and how did you feel?