Did you grow up with a nickname?
I’ll start with a negative, but end with a positive.
I was called names in junior school and I won’t repeat the name, but it definitely wasn’t a form of endearment. I heard it constantly, every day at school. I recited the ”Sticks and Stones” poem, but their names did hurt.
It isn’t something you get over easily, but my first book was written because of their cruel words. I wanted to write something to give others the courage to speak out against anyone who is bullying them. I self published using a vanity press, and it wasn’t as great as it could have been.
I’ve grown as a writer, and learnt so much off other writers, beta readers and editors.
Now for the positive!
My dad used to call me half-pint. I used to watch Little House on the Prairie and it was taken from there. I was quite tiny as a child, and it sort of fitted. Both my big brother and sister would call me trouble. They say I got away with a lot as a child, and perhaps they were right.
My own Nickname?
Little Miss Forgetful – I am constantly putting my belongings down and forgetting where I put them.