I gave myself my name after my Dad complained bitterly that he didn’t like some poetry I’d published:
D: “You published THIS…..in the FAMILY name!?”
R:”We aren’t the Rockefellers or the Kennedys, Dad, nobody knows our name.”
D: “But I know.” He said grimly.
R: “Ok, Dad, what if I took a pen name? Would that make you happy?”
D: “You would do that?” he asked,
R: “Yes, if it will shut you up.” I swiped back.
I found it by a literal stroke of luck:
I was typing the word, “ray” one day and typed an extra letter “n” on the end by mistake….. rayn … I had to stop and look at it. Rayn, Rayn, got a nice ring to it. Later I found it was an old Irish name, so I took it since I’m pretty Irish, too.
I’m very Scandinavian due to the Norsemen spreading their genes in that part of the world and everywhere else . In fact I am mostly Norseman (23 & Me…sd do), but the interesting thing is that I’m .08% Ashkenazi Jew a descendants of Jews who migrated into northern France and Germany around 800–1000, and later into Eastern Europe.
And I’ve got 263 genetic variants of Neanderthal!! Ugh, leave mark cave wall, me poet…
So, no, I didn’t hatch out of a dragon egg even if some people say I did. I’m a 20th – 21st cent. guy with all the techie gadgets, elation and confusion of anyone living at this remarkable time in human history.
Please use my pen name at readings & anywhere else I go. I want to simplify by changing my name, but my Dad might grumble in heaven. Here are pics of my father and mother.