I don’t know what circuitous route my mind took, but it eventually arrived at Shakespeare and the title of this piece. Ah ha! I intended to write about how I chose my pen name. Which, now that I think about it, really isn’t all that interesting. Well…the first name “Dee” is kind of fun, but not all that intriguing. Except I’d never had a nickname until this lovely actor friend started greeting me with “Hi, Dee, didee.”
But one thing I did learn through this lost-and-found adventure is that I can no longer rely on memory. I must put a notebook and pen by my bed—just in case the plot for the best ever erotic, futuristic, paranormal, fantasy tiptoes in along with my dreams. Which I can’t remember either. Anyway, I know for a fact that my bedmate can sleep through anything, so my turning on the light won’t bother him at all.
Okay! Found the notebook. Now where did I put that pen?
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