After several questioning looks and mispronunciations of Cyranette, I feel the need to explain my blog’s title. I coined Cyranette from the character in Edmund Rostand’s 1897 play, “Cyrano de Bergerac.” His Cyrano was never at a loss for words. He was quippy and helped a foolish young man compete for a beautiful woman, whom Cyrano secretly loved.
The real Cyrano was born Savinien Cyrano de Bergerac in Paris in 1619. He wrote precursor sci/fi stories and political satire. He also had a large nose, which seems to be par for Frenchmen.
Therefore, since I am never at a loss for words, at least in my mind and on paper, I adopted the apropos moniker of Cyranette. Like many writers, I am a reticent person. I listen and observe more than talk. When I was younger, I spoke out very little, not even answering a teacher’s question when I knew the answer. Although I am mostly quiet, my mind is awhirl with activity. Thus, I have filled two filing cabinets with my writings, as well as my writing folders on the computer and backup discs. I have a plethora of stories, children’s books, essays, articles, plots, characters, a recipe book, a self-help book, greeting card sayings, letters, and introductory sentences/paragraphs.
Life has imbued me with myriad experiences, good and bad, until I have become a very loving person, as well as a very sarcastic/cynical person. My grandchildren call me the best grandma, while my husband calls me the queen of zingers. Both make me smile inside with great pride and accomplishment.
While I’ve hopefully got your attention, I might as well say: Should you need a love/business/caustic letter, a starter sentence that grabs the reader right off the bat, or an idea to break your writer’s block, then I’m your Cyranette!