Years ago, before I got stung by the self-publishing bug, I was watching the re-run of a TV program called: Cold Case Files which was hosted by Mr. Bill Kurtis. Now, true crime scares the beans out of moi, because no matter how demented a scenario I come up with in a fictional story, it will never match what people do to each other in real life— ask any crime fiction writer—or read the news for that matter. Anyway, I’m watching this program and in the course of it, they proceed to interview a real life CSI man. If memory serves right I believe he is originally from the state of Louisiana, but at the time of the interview, they said that he was a 30 year veteran of the Arlington Police Department in Arlington Texas.
This man’s name is: Tommy LeNoir, yep you read that right. Once I manage to pick my jaw off the floor. I found myself saying to the TV are you effing kidding me? No way, this is too good to be true! No dear reader, I’m not trivializing what the man does for a living au contraire mon’ami, I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing: A man with a cool name like that, in a profession such as his? Too good to be true indeed, I really liked his last name, and I figured I will keep it in mind, maybe use it for one of my many kick—ass characters. Someday.
Time—as it always does—flew by and I began to consider self- publishing some of my short stories, but there was a bit of a snag. My stories tend to lean on the violent side, and I didn’t want to scare the folks at my workplace. (My family could care less about my writing so that wasn’t a problem, although when I told my mother the abridged version of one of my stories, she gasped saying that I shouldn’t be writing stuff that could potentially give people violent ideas) mother’s right? So sweet, you gotta love ‘em.
So here I was with a basket full of ten little nuggets ready to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world. I was thinking maybe I should get myself a cool, hip and happening writer’s name. Guess who waltzes in to save the day? That old Cold Case Files TV show, and with it, the name of that hard working man of the Arlington Police Dept.
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So, there you have it folks, that’s how the Nom de Plume: Verge Le Noir came to be. If you ask me I think it fits like a glove. I know, I know it’s a bit ‘on the nose’ but come on! Believe you me, is way cooler than my real name, (Which was given to me by my beloved grandmother RIP). Here’s the small breakdown:
The name Verge is a word play on my real first name and the last name… Well now you know the rest of the story. I’m writing this post because I’ve been asked several times if in fact Verge Le Noir is my real name, or if I’m French—Sorry I’m not French. Maybe someday (and that’s big ‘old maybe) I will grow some stones and use my real name. Don’t hold your breath though, because I have become very attached to my très cool writer’s name, plus I really like the anonymity.
P.S. My roommate thinks it sounds like a stripper’s name, I guess it’s got that going for it then, huh… Au Revoir!