never made a good Cassandra
Nov. 27th, 2001 06:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireCold out there. Never has been more than 50 all day, just wind and clouds. It's sleeting out near San Saba. Dark already. I stood on the balcony watching the sky, my ankles chilled. Wish I could just curl up and read, watch Alan Rickman in Rasputin and write things to entertain myself. Reading too much fanfiction does that. After reading some less than satisfactory selections, I have an urge to write. Though, I did read some fabulous stories last night.
When I was about ten, in the midst of my fascination with Greek mythology, I wanted to change my name to Cassandra Daniels. Cassandra from the stories, and Daniels from the bottles my father drank. For a time, I thought it was the most beautiful name I could imagine and the name on all the novels in my imagination. I suppose if I were to pick up writing again I would need a new pen name.
My mother is changing her name. I should have expected it. I feel strange about it, as if my own name is somehow in question. I wonder sometimes if I could change my name if I married. Not that I have to worry about that, after the news of the past week.
When I was about ten, in the midst of my fascination with Greek mythology, I wanted to change my name to Cassandra Daniels. Cassandra from the stories, and Daniels from the bottles my father drank. For a time, I thought it was the most beautiful name I could imagine and the name on all the novels in my imagination. I suppose if I were to pick up writing again I would need a new pen name.
My mother is changing her name. I should have expected it. I feel strange about it, as if my own name is somehow in question. I wonder sometimes if I could change my name if I married. Not that I have to worry about that, after the news of the past week.
