My Name

Readers,
       Some of you may be wondering what E. J. stands for. Those of you who aren't wondering, already know and should not reveal this. Perhaps you have a theory. Allow me to confuse you a bit. My name has nothing to do with T. S. Elliot, although he is an amazing poet and if you have never heard of him I want you to stop reading this right now and go read The Hollow Men and Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats (then you can wonder at how such different poems were written by the same amazing poet). I actually had never heard of him when I created my writer's identity. But discovering this poet is another story entirely and I don't wish to confuse you that much. Now you must be thinking what could E. J. possibly stand for. Elizabeth Jane? Eleanor Jasmine? Esther Joy? None of these are correct. Perhaps, then, it stands for something completely ridiculous such as Elephant Jelly-jars, Economical Jealousy, or Earwax Jolt. No, all wrong. Then again, it could be made-up words: Eelbob Jali or Epinop Janex or Earpol Jorlz. Are you kidding? That's ridiculous! You must be wondering what amazingly profound secret E. J. is. Well, it's not an amazing or profound secret. Good thing, too, because I'm terrible at keeping secrets.
       Your blogger,
Emerson Jay Elliot
Oops! See? I'm terrible at keeping a secret.