I turn 28 in a week. I thought that 27 would be a momentous year, and it was momentous in the way that everyday miracles are momentous. 300 pages in one year. Tears, illness, surgery, recovery, painful joys and joyful joys. Great and tremendous loves.
For months now I've been contemplating the use of a different name for publication. My given name is Meggy Weiging Wang. Meggy is a misspelling of Meggie, the character from The Thornbirds who gets Chamberlain, the priest who has cared for her since childhood, to love her and leave the priesthood. Weiging is the misspelled version of my Chinese name, which means "one who is good with literature" -- it really ought to be Weijun. Wang, my family name, is what it is. I didn't give it up when I got married, and I still don't think I will.
Another name prickles at me. I created a new Gmail account for that name. I bought a domain. What will happen? I've heard of a Japanese cultural practice in which an artist or poet is allowed one name change when he or she has reached the height of his or her powers. I have certainly not reached the height of my powers. But still. This name pulls.