In the same vein as my previous post, I thought I'd explain my choice of pseudonyms, with proper edits for anonymity of course.
When I was in grade school, there was a girl a year or so older who, for whatever reason, didn't like my group of friends. In any case, we got into the usual pre-adolescent sort of name-calling match. Several of the names were based on our names (as opposed to the oh-so-fun "Four Eyes" and "Fatty"). As a zinger against me, she took a version of my name, one I have always hated, and added "Mouse." I was righteously indignant, but mostly about the first part. "Mouse," however, seemed somehow appropriate. It became my camp nickname and was used by many of my close friends.
Now, it's not that I'm particularly mousy, definitely not in a physical sense. But I am happiest observing and staying out of the action. I'm easily spooked and don't like to draw attention. And I do like cheese.
The nickname fell out of use after a few years. I've outgrown a few of those traits or am better able to disguise my shy nature. But I immediately thought of that name again when I first considered starting a blog. Somehow, it fits how I feel about putting myself out there in a new environment: vulnerable, ready to bolt, a bit twitchy.
And so I've made my comfortable little nest over here in this corner. I'll quietly share my stories. And my cheese.