I write a lot. It’s my job, it’s my hobby, and some might say it’s my identity.
But that’s not the whole story. I have an alter ego.
To most, I’m Sarah: blue light glasses-wearing content writer for a global corporation, nonfiction music author, and irregular Medium poster who is really into outdoorsy stuff.
To a few others, I’m a spider who weaves intricate webs of horror and mystery and ensnares unsuspecting readers before sinking my poisonous fangs into their nightmares.
And never the twain shall meet!
Reason One
My real name isn’t very evocative. Okay, my last name is kind of hard to spell, so that’s a little bit tangy, but my first name? Pshh, how many mid-30s white Midwestern women aren’t named Sarah? I guess that does make it evocative, but as a novelist, “generic” isn’t exactly the image I want to portray.
My pseudonym is custom-created to paint a picture of intrigue and danger, even though I’m the kind of unobtrusive character who apologizes to inanimate objects if I bump into them.
Bonus, my pen name is gender-neutral. If my readers want to envision me as the trenchcoat-wearing, switchblade-wielding, dark alley-dwelling shady man your mother warned you about — awesome!
