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.
Writer Ravenclaw 
Loved this post, Diana! It’s fitting that though words were used against you, they became your allies, not as weapons, but as defenders and creators of understanding and joy. Perfect.
pax,
dora
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I think with age we all have become miss/ MR forgetfuls
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It is inspiring to hear you were able to turn a negative experience into your first book. Good for you! I was so close to my father I appreciates every little name he had for me. Thanks for joining in again this week!
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