As many of you either know, have figured out or read the info page for this blog, Rocky Norton is not my name.
It is my pen name, one that I came across on Facebook, what feels like, eons ago. It was one of those; what’s you pirate/movie star/stripper/zombie name posts. For an author, you had to take the name of your first pet and the street that you grew up on.
Rocky was the most docile bishon frise you could ever meet, he was a ball of fluff that thought he was cat, looked like a sheep and was (towards the end) as blind as a bat. A first true love, if you will, was that dog, I keep a picture of him on my bookshelf.
Norton, as in Norton Crescent, was where I spent about 16 years of my life. It holds many memories, both good and bad, and is more a place that made me into the person I am today more than any other place I can think of.
My creative name could have been quite literally anything, but thanks to some crappy internet trend, I was able to encapsulate the perfect name that represents my heart and who I am.
This is who Rocky Norton is.
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