I have a confession to make.
I’m horrible at coming up with titles and names for stuff.
In school, I’d write this brilliant essay and title it something horrible lame like “Analysis of the Mississippi in Huckleberry Finn.”
(My best attempt, that I can remember, was my Chaucer seminar paper titled “Why Did All the Convicts Die?” That was also my best academic paper, ever.)
I have a folder called “Fiction” on my desktop with files titled “WIP [date].”
At a former job, we used to have “department contests” to name new development projects. I was the writer in the department and my names never, ever got picked.
I had another blog before this one. It was awful. It lasted for a little over a year (which is pretty amazing) from 2009-2010. It was called “life: unqualified.” I was 23 when I started it, feeling kinda lost and confused about what I’d do with my life, not to mentioned stressed beyond hell at the thought of fixing up my resume and writing cover letters and filling out applications for big girl jobs. (With my English degree.) So I thought I’d blog about, you know, what it was like to feel “unqualified” to be a grown-up.
(Oh hey, not much has changed…)
Even though I wish I had started and stuck with blogging years ago, instead of starting from scratch now, I’m so glad I didn’t force myself into that “niche,” if you can call it that. Because of that, though, I knew that for this blog, I wanted something more general, that would allow me to explore a bunch of different topics and change my focus over time.
So I stalled for months because I had no idea what I’d call it.
One day, I think I was driving home from work, I somehow, out of nowhere, randomly thought of “The Ponytail Diaries.”
That’s it, I decided. With my track record at names and titles, I wasn’t going to overthink it anymore than that. Simple, I figured — I spend most of my life with my hair in a ponytail. Even on days when I blow-dry and brush my hair out for work, by lunchtime I’d usually still pull it back in a messy pony (not sexy messy like you see in magazines, though, just messy) to get it out of my face. And I pull it back pretty much whenever I’m home, or working out, or driving with the windows down. And “diaries”? Well…it just seemed to fit.