Remaking Myself in the Image of Dido

I mean, why not? Look at the similarities, her picture and mine below. If I were British, I might exclaim, "Bloody hell! She IS Dido Armstrong!" Cut! Cut! All of you in blogland are now saying, "Has Deidre gone round the bend?" (and intoning a perfect British accent, no doubt.) "Has she spent too many hours answering agency email and reading submissions and working on her book?

Perhaps.

Well, the inspiration here is multi-fold. First of all, there's no word I'm more likely to misspell than my own name. How pitiful is that? Perhaps it's the speedy flex of the fingertips, perhaps it's my familiarity with my own name, but I am MOST likely to type: Diodre (which sounds a lot like "Bad odor") or Dido. Yes, Dido. Actually, I believe it's Didor, at which point I catch myself and start backtracking to delete. But today the high irony of the Dido Typo (nice inner rhyme, huh?) hit me.

Dido is the daughter of a literary agent, and was herself a literary agent still when discovered by Arista. So, I think remaking myself in the image of Dido is a perfectly reasonable plan. In fact, to put a PARALLEL series spin on it, perhaps she's the thin, young British alter-universe of ME!

Seriously, what if I just changed my name to Dido? Why not, really? In an era of memoir ad-libbing, surely I can acquire any ole monicker I want--even someone else's.

Just something to think about. Then again, I could drop Knight and simply be...

DEIDRE