Twice this week, I’ve been asked why I use Ian D Moore as my name.
Well, it’s my name. But that’s not entirely the only reason. You see, when I was fishing for a title for Salby Damned, I wanted it to be unique. I wanted it to be the ONLY book ever called that. In the same way, when I looked up authors with the name Ian Moore, I found a few, some of whom wrote some very bizarre stuff.
My full name is actually Ian David Charles Moore, though Ian D C Moore makes me sound pedantic, and my initials alone resemble that of a ballistic missile!! So, by deduction, Ian D Moore I became. My closer friends of the IASD Facebook group know me as a direct kinda guy. If you’ve got a problem, spit it out and I’ll do my best to find a solution. I’m the same outside of the writing world – an example, bare with me, I’ve had several Lucozade’s this evening and I’m on my third tea since I finished work.
Take the common bed bug – a nasty voracious little critter that does two things really well. It bites, and it breeds. Now, here’s how I’d handle an invasion. First, research the little buggers to find out what kills them, where they hide, how long they live, and how to prevent them, (No – their presence does not imply poor hygiene or cleanliness, indeed my research told me they can come from anywhere to anyone) they are indiscriminate and if they take a fancy to your blood, well, you’re going to be lunch for awhile. Indeed, my research turned up some pretty startling facts about these pesky insects. A single female can lay as many as 200 eggs at a time and live for up to a year. So, how to rid yourself of them, I hear you ask…
Here’s the comparison. For me, first thing I’d do is empty the room (it doesn’t have to be a bedroom either) I’d get a couple of spray cans of bed bug killer – it has to be specific, your average insect killer will see them washing and showering in anything else. I’d get a couple of carpet bombs for the entire room, fill it full of gas and smoke a few over hot tea while it did the job. I’d bag EVERYTHING that isn’t being used, clothes, books, boxes, the lot. Bag it and seal it tight. Give mattresses and sheets a liberal spray, paying particular attention to seams, pockets, tufted buttons etc. Then do the room too, skirting boards, edges, any holes in plaster work, pictures hanging, clocks and even pc’s and laptops- because that’s where they live. Any clothing in the room needs to go into a sealed bag prior to immediate washing.
For a neighbour of mine who suffered with these pesky creatures, her answer was this:
“They all have a right to live, a right to eat.” I contemplated her humane answer.
Hmmm, okay. I’ll just sit back and wait awhile, until they multiply a little, then we’ll have this conversation again … Lo’ and behold, the following week, said neighbour informed me that she had killed three as they crawled over her and her, and could I come and help. Her young son looked as if he’d contracted chicken pocks, so littered with bites was he. Let me tell you now, the bites these bloodsuckers give are pretty harsh too, they last for days and can turn into nasty welts. The bedbug injects an anti-clotting agent as it bites, which means when it withdraws full of your blood, you continue to bleed until the agent wears off.
Enter the bombs, spray and placky bags 🙂
I’ve no idea how many bugs there were, but they’re in bug heaven now. Give me a problem, I’ll deal with it. My neighbour now has considerably less ‘junk’ too! It got me thinking though, about problems in general and how we, as individuals deal with them differently. I wasn’t about to go and ask the bedbugs to politely move house, nor was I going to wait up and trap each one alive. I chose the fastest most direct route to solve the issue – now, I’m headstrong, I’m sure that’s well known, I’ve little time for indecision, and burying your head won’t do a lot besides compound an issue.
In a way, my writing has taught me a lot.
Sure, there’s the writerly stuff we all need to know and brush up on as we begin our journey towards mastering a craft – and it is a craft, it’s an art worthy of award if you get it right. What I mean is this: we all need a little push from time to time, and we all need a little good advice, whether it goes against our own grain or not. There was a time when I’d rarely seek advice and would struggle rather than ask for assistance. These days, in the company of friends and those who have walked the same stones I tread on my own writing path, I feel more comfortable asking for advice, putting out a call for help. There is no shame in it. Luckily for me, I’m surrounded by those only too willing to impart their guidance, tips, and know how and for that, I’m eternally grateful – much the same as my bedbug ridden neighbor was in the end.