100 Days of Writing - 50
I'm working on a pitch document for a teen gameshow. And this is my 50th blog post this year. Both those things make me feel real happy.
I can definitely vouch that practice makes.. gooder.
I've enjoyed this process and this self-induced challenge, and I hope to continue towards the goal.
I'm going to take a prompt tonight because I'm tempted to write about fluff.
"Does your name have a meaning?"
Well, I'll tell you what it's been like to grow up and be a woman with the name Katie. I like my name, I do, and for a while I considered changing it to Kat among my high school peers because it felt more genuine than the little-girly Katie that I am. I signed my journals with xKatx for a long time during my straight edge years, and I'm pretty sure I even had a pre-Facebook Facebookesque page by that name.
My parents were going to name me Kristen, actually. Adam if I turned out to be a boy, but Katie came along after I was born because I was quite a tiny baby. I was a mere 5 pounder, and sat in an incubator for a few days while my mom went home. I wasn't a preemie, just a lil squirt.
Anyway, my mom says Kristen was too long a name for such a small baby, so they changed my name to Katie.
I've always operated under this name, but it has sometimes left me feeling childish or like I can't be taken seriously. I don't think that's true, I tend to give off a pretty serious aura upon first meeting me, but Katie strikes me as a kid's name, still. Ahh, it's getting weird to think of my name as Katie and not just "I" and the letters are getting goofy and losing their meaning. haha.
I'm not a Katherine, not a Katelyn. Just a Katie. And maybe 3 people in my life call me Kate, and only they are allowed to. Otherwise I much prefer Katie.
Oh! BUT! Having grown up in Quebec, I did develop an intense pet peeve of having my name pronounced, "Katsie," which is what happens when a francophone tries to say my name. Kathy is not an uncommon name in French, but Katie certainly is, so they round up I guess.
NEVER. Call me Katsie.
<3
Katie
I can definitely vouch that practice makes.. gooder.
I've enjoyed this process and this self-induced challenge, and I hope to continue towards the goal.
I'm going to take a prompt tonight because I'm tempted to write about fluff.
"Does your name have a meaning?"
Well, I'll tell you what it's been like to grow up and be a woman with the name Katie. I like my name, I do, and for a while I considered changing it to Kat among my high school peers because it felt more genuine than the little-girly Katie that I am. I signed my journals with xKatx for a long time during my straight edge years, and I'm pretty sure I even had a pre-Facebook Facebookesque page by that name.
My parents were going to name me Kristen, actually. Adam if I turned out to be a boy, but Katie came along after I was born because I was quite a tiny baby. I was a mere 5 pounder, and sat in an incubator for a few days while my mom went home. I wasn't a preemie, just a lil squirt.
Anyway, my mom says Kristen was too long a name for such a small baby, so they changed my name to Katie.
I've always operated under this name, but it has sometimes left me feeling childish or like I can't be taken seriously. I don't think that's true, I tend to give off a pretty serious aura upon first meeting me, but Katie strikes me as a kid's name, still. Ahh, it's getting weird to think of my name as Katie and not just "I" and the letters are getting goofy and losing their meaning. haha.
I'm not a Katherine, not a Katelyn. Just a Katie. And maybe 3 people in my life call me Kate, and only they are allowed to. Otherwise I much prefer Katie.
Oh! BUT! Having grown up in Quebec, I did develop an intense pet peeve of having my name pronounced, "Katsie," which is what happens when a francophone tries to say my name. Kathy is not an uncommon name in French, but Katie certainly is, so they round up I guess.
NEVER. Call me Katsie.
<3
Katie
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