A pen-name, nom de plume, or literary double is a made up name used by authors who want to conceal their true identity or real name, or even, those, who like me, find it way more cooler to sign books or pieces of our writing with a pen-name. Though I am proud of the name that my parents have given to me when I was born, I prefer Eiravel when it comes to my writing activities and entrepreneurial endeavours — a name, which helps me to slice my life into pieces that I can more easily self-manage. I want the business side of my life to remain completely detached from that of my private life, because I need to step into another state of mind when I am writing, or even when I need to put the marketing cap on. I like to compare my literary double doppelgänger and my ongoing life to that of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde — in private everything goes on normally, for the rigid state of physical life imposes on me its heavy weight, and my physical corporeal needs to remain bound and connected to that whole so as to function properly; but when I am writing a poem or fiction, I want to be able to completely free myself from all constraints and fear, so as to be able to let all of the imprisoned butterflies in me fly away joyfully. That’s my only escape, the mental escape, thus the need for an alter name and life. As a grown up individual who can consciously chose, I do think that I made the right choice, for my decision fits perfectly my lifestyle and natural state of mind. To mystify my alter ego so that I might become everything that I can be, there, in an alternate reality, helps me to enter into a thrilled state of mind that makes me want to write. That is my modus operandi, how I function normally with one foot in reality and another one in my imaginative world. That’s how I deal with things from within.
Sky, ciel, nebo, firmamento, céo — some of the names we call the blue that’s over our head; different languages, different names for sky, yet, no matter what name we give to the sky, it never changes form nor its functions. A word and its significance, a name and the significance behind it — only one name to rule my other names and surnames. Eiravel, a game of names, a new ordering of the alphabets of my real name, a new word formation — and I wonder what it really means in the domain of what’s ethereal. Is it even ethereal, alien, a star thing that shines from a distant galaxy? Is my mind being used to channel the memories of a cosmic entity named Eiravel? Yes, I do like to think so, for the games that I play when I write, when I use my imagination, take me into higher spheres and make me plunge deep into the deepest of all ocean; and the way that I disconnect with reality so as to open myself to the creative frequency really give me access to a cosmic literary double, perhaps that’s my muse, and its name is Eiravel.
Also, I have always been a fan of usernames, and this since my teenage years; I am smiling right now because I have used a lot, like, a lot of usernames😜. From names of my favourite superstars, to that of characters I adore, and to names that I would have liked to be named after, I had the chance to be everything and anyone that I wanted to incarnate through usernames. So, it was a normal thing for me to chose to write and publish under a pen-name. I don’t think that a pen-name is synonymous to anonymous — there is a real person behind Eiravel, a person with whom anyone can communicate with, and my writing voice is that of my own, and not of someone else, or even something else. It’s me, with a pen-name or not, it’s the real me, either I think it’s stellar or earthly.
And then perhaps I suffer from a slight, tiny-itsy-bitsy bit of paranoia😅. When I hear about everything they do with pictures and real names online, I cringe, and my paranoia peak. I am not at all tech savvy; and because I do lots of researches online about pseudoscience and aliens, and that I am always trying to get the necessary inspiration without a mask or VPN, I fear that I am very vulnerable, for they have all of the necessary tools and malevolence and evilness within to sabotage and destroy a life, as we often hear on the news. Thus, I am not ready to share selfies of me and of my family on Instagram, on Facebook, on this blog, or on any other website; and I am not ready to openly expose my real name online, at least not until most humans have acquired the necessary maturity, awareness, and openness of mind.