amy elizabeth, for real?
I tossed around the idea of a pen name for a long time, something I imagine many writers do. After spending much time researching names, I still found it difficult to let go of my identity to assume another. Then again, I felt as though my privacy may be compromised by using my true birth name. On one hand, I thought a pen name would give me freedom, on the other, I didn’t like the feeling of giving a stranger credit for my writing. It looked odd on paper, and I was unfulfilled to see something I spent months writing with a fictitious name attached to it.
There is only one name that will never change, a birth name. Marriage, divorce, or death can change a name in part, so to me, a last name carries only nominal weight. I considered using my true name given by my parents, but that felt disrespectful to my husband. Besides, after a little research, found there is already an accomplished well known author with my real name plastered on her books. Feeling a little distraught, and considering my lack of importance to an assumed last name anyway, I decided to let go of the last name altogether. After all, it is indeed a certainty that on my last dying day I will still be amy elizabeth.
Since I made the decision to use my birth name in part, amy elizabeth was still not a name I was used to. I’ve always just been just plain ol’ amy, but somewhere along the line that changed. Not sure how that happened, but I’m pleased to assume that I’ve subconsciously embraced who I’ve become… amy elizabeth, writer.