{"id":294,"date":"2012-03-05T15:22:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-05T15:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/2012\/03\/05\/my-name-is-author\/"},"modified":"2012-03-05T15:22:00","modified_gmt":"2012-03-05T15:22:00","slug":"my-name-is-author","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/2012\/03\/05\/my-name-is-author\/","title":{"rendered":"My Name Is &#8220;Author&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<table cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ggz98ExVgHU\/T1TaF1GOypI\/AAAAAAAAAd4\/qZtwJlyrBY8\/s1600\/hildredthemaid.jpg\" style=\"clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-ggz98ExVgHU\/T1TaF1GOypI\/AAAAAAAAAd4\/qZtwJlyrBY8\/s320\/hildredthemaid.jpg?resize=226%2C320\" width=\"226\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">LOL WHAT. I DID WHAT.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>When I was a little girl I thought my name was Annie. This is because, in my vulnerable youth, my mother sagely thought that &#8220;Hildred&#8221; was too hard for other children (and apparently myself!) to say, and when SHE was little there was a &#8220;really nice, sweet girl named Annie, so I&#8217;ve always liked that name&#8221; (I&#8217;m named after my mother&#8217;s mother). So when I was in preschool, all of my play\/classmates called me by &#8220;Annie&#8221;. It was the first name I learned how to spell and I still have Picasso-worthy paintings from that era with &#8220;ANNIE&#8221; scribbled on the bottom.<\/p>\n<p>Imagine my surprise when I reached kindergarten and my mother decided that everyone was allowed to call me &#8220;Hildred&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The hell? What happened to Annie? Amazingly,&nbsp; I took it with stride. I was a really optimistic, no1curr little girl and everything was constantly changing around me anyway. Why shouldn&#8217;t my name? My classmates, however (I come from a town of 1000 people. I went to the public kindergarten with the same kids I went to the Zion Church preschool with) had no idea what the heck was going on. Many still called me Annie, much to our teachers&#8217; confusion. It wasn&#8217;t until elementary school that everyone knew my name was Hildred.*<\/p>\n<p>For the longest time I kind of resented my name. It was old, kinda stuffy, and everyone mistakenly called me either Mildred or Hilda or Hilary (or Hildegarde! Ack!) anyway. I&#8217;ve always hated nicknames since the Annie debacle so I always forced people to call me by my real name. The only thing I had going for me was that I&#8217;ve always been an &#8220;old soul&#8221; so even as a kid my name kinda fit me.&nbsp; No one thought of my name as &#8220;old&#8221; except me&#8230;mostly because no one had ever heard it before.<\/p>\n<p>Now I love my name. I can&#8217;t imagine being named anything else (including Annie, thanks mom.) I love the classic uniqueness to it (seriously, never met another Hildred before that wasn&#8217;t my grandmother, and I get to be &#8220;hildred&#8221; at just about every social media site. And I get LIVID when somebody in TV credits has my name, haha! It&#8217;s mine! There can only be one!) and just the overall way it sounds. It&#8217;s a very strong name. The original Germanic meaning is either &#8220;war councilor&#8221; or &#8220;virgin warrior&#8221; depending on who you source. I prefer the latter one. That way I can tell Japanese people my name means Sailor Moon. Either way I&#8217;m gonna kick your ass.<\/p>\n<p>Combined with my last name and I have a great, balanced name. When I was a kid (again!) my mother remarried and my step-father offered to legally adopt me, but that meant changing my last name! Oh no! I was too attached to it even then. I&#8217;ve always loved the look and sound of &#8220;Hildred Billings&#8221; even when I hated the first name. Even before I a devout queer feminist I always said &#8220;screw it, if I marry a dude, I ain&#8217;t changing my name! No one&#8217;s last name is as good as mine with Hildred!&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Then I became a serious author.<\/p>\n<p>And what do you know? I have no desire to use a pen name, because my name is just so &#8220;authory&#8221;, or so I&#8217;ve always thought. Even better that I write fantasy and romance ahead of everything else. Don&#8217;t you want to read a fantasy book by &#8220;Hildred Billings&#8221;? Go ahead. Say it out loud. It&#8217;s awesome.<\/p>\n<p>I would take this moment to thank my mother for having the foresight to give me such an authory name, but I ask you again to look at my name. Hildred Billings. Do you know what kids called me when I was little once they learned my real name? If you answered with &#8220;Hill Billy&#8221;, you may have gone to school with me.<\/p>\n<p>*Fun story. On my high school graduation we were all sitting around in our caps and gowns reminiscing about preschool (yup, small town!) when a boy said &#8220;Remember Annie? I had such a crush on her!&#8221; Oh my God the look on his face when I said that was me, bwahahaha!)<\/p>\n<p><i>How do you feel about your real name in conjunction with being a writer?<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>LOL WHAT. I DID WHAT. When I was a little girl I thought my name was Annie. This is because, in my vulnerable youth, my mother sagely thought that &#8220;Hildred&#8221; was too hard for other children (and apparently myself!) to say, and when SHE was little there was a &#8220;really nice, sweet girl named Annie,&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[153,164,19,58,44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-294","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-becoming-an-author","category-names","category-personal","category-rants-and-raves","category-real-life"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paRtqI-4K","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=294"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/294\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hildred-billings.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}