Saint Chuck. Holy with a modern Twist.

Okay, so the Saint really doesn’t imply that I have holy or saintlike qualities. Not saying that I’m not a nice person, I’ve always thought I’m rather likable. No, rather it came from the title of a book I was reading (of course). Saint Iggy it was called…I felt I could relate to the boy’s naive innocence and desire to save to world, but without any idea on how to do so.

Chuck comes from a spin-off of my name, given to me by a dear friend. Chuck goes to Charles, Charles goes to Charlie, all the way back to my real name, Charlotte. But seeing as I’m really not a Charlotte, I thought Chuck would be more fitting.

And there you have it. I bet you didn’t think I was a girl.