Let me count the ways

Once upon a time, 1852-1941 to be exact, there lived in England a man named William Arthur Dunkerley who wrote using the name his parents had given him at birth as well as the names John Oxenham and Julian Ross.

I once thought of writing something using the name Scott Silberman but nothing ever came of it. I actually did write something a few years back using the name Billy Ray Barnwell, but like the narrow way described by Jesus of Nazareth, few there be that find it.

A man named Matthew who was also called Levi wrote down a lot of things he heard J of N say one day to a big crowd on the side of a mountain, and it took up three chapters in his book. One of the things was this: "Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be that go in thereat: because strait is the gate and narrow is the way that leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."

William Arthur Dunkerley writing as John Oxenham composed a poem he called "The Ways" but it was not about a broad one and a narrow one:

The Ways
by John Oxenham

To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way.
The High Soul climbs the High way,
And the Low soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way and a Low,
And every man decideth
Thw Way his soul shall go.

It goes without saying, ladies, that in the context of this very old poem "man" includes woman and "his" means his or her. Let's not quibble. For good or ill, I am an equal-opportunity feminist.

This post doesn't seem to have any identifiable theme. Still, I forge ahead.

Eric Blair wrote using the name George Orwell. Mary Ann Evans wrote using the name George Eliot. Samuel Langhorne Clemens wrote using the name Mark Twain.

Tell us, what is the name (other than your blogging name, if you have one) you would use to write your magnum opus blockbuster next book?