If you know me, personally, you’ll know me as Cindy, or maybe Cynthia. So who’s Cidney? Well, when I was little, I had a friend who couldn’t manage to pronounce my name correctly. She called me Cidney all year, and I liked it. I was only five, and it didn’t occur to me that I could require everyone to address me as Cidney, or I would have.
Tee hee! Enter the need for an easily-googled pen name. Go ahead and google Cynthia Swanson. Or Cindy Swanson. Or CJ Swanson. Wow! There’s a lot of me out there! Who knew I also ran PepsiCo or made cool art?
Use your kindergarten nickname, said a tiny little voice inside. Now, being a writer, I don’t run the other way when the voices start talking. I listen. I take notes. I write tomes. Or in this case, I decide to spend a few days or maybe months trying on the name “Cidney” once again, at least in my writerly endeavors.
(Good job, says the little voice.)