Weird and Wonderful World

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.

 

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  1. I still struggle a bit asking for help but I’m a lot better than I used to be – which was think I had to do it all myself. It was a big earning curve for me. I think it changed for me because of the offers of help I received from friends. One offered to do the wording etc for the image I’d chosen for my covers, and was happy to make as many changes as I wanted. The girls at the office organized a book signing for my first novel and another friend is being very active in advising and helping me to promote my second novel. Gradually I realized that there are people who are happy to help and I just have to ask.

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    1. I guess the group gives me focus, a place to belong. Before it, I’d no one to ask for advice, noone who could give me any more experience bar rumour from the net. It’s quite daunting, taking that step to self publishing.

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  2. A good post Ian and, I liked the analogy with the cry for help regarding the bed bugs. I bet it felt good. 🙂
    On the name issue I had a similar experience. The top Tom Benson (apart from me, obviously), was the guy who owns a US sports team and, then there was the American author who writes Westerns.
    My train of thought was to go ‘different’. I don’t have a middle name and, I was loathe to introduce an initial for the sake of it. After much deliberation and, several coffees I thought … be me.
    If I used my name and others came up I’d have to make sure I was on a sufficient number of platforms so I stood out – and it took about two years, but, it worked.
    Now, the help issue. I’ve had a rollercoaster ride on this one.This isn’t the place to discuss it, but nobody listened when I was bullied throughout school – including the same by a PE teacher. I was in the military before I fought back and, suddenly when I asked for help it was offered.
    I’ve never been afraid to ask for help since then and, I’ve always been there to offer.

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    1. Your assistance within the group of well documented, Tom. You were the first to give me advice and straight answers when I joined. That isn’t long forgotten. To this day, I benefit from your approach, as I and others will in the future.

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  3. I could never have come as far as I have without the help I have received, especially in IASD and from your good self and Tom Benson. I used to think I knew it all and I didn’t take kindly to criticism and asking for help was a no, no.I was quite a nasty, angry character, Yes hard to believe I know 🙂

    Even when I first joined IARG now IASD with my pathetic excuse for a book I was stubborn but the people in the group changed all that.

    Now I am glad there is help out there and I am comfortable to ask for it,

    As for names, well, I have had a few but ones that wouldn’t be allowed on a cover!

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    1. Hehehe, my point exactly, Sharon. I was much the same. My ramblings they’re prompted me to take stock of who I was when I joined, and who I’ve become in a short space of time. In reality, I owe it to resolve and the IASD group.

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  4. Asking for help can be tough, none of us like to admit we’re not up to something…but I’ve learned how amazing you feel when you’ve asked and taken advice on board, which makes it easier to ask in the future 🙂
    Regarding my name, I’m lucky it’s quite unusual and I’ve been known to joke that hubby’s surname was the reason for marriage! I love my surname!

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    1. When I first joined, Lisa, I’ll admit that I was lost. Misguided into thinking my first drafts were good enough. Now, as I look back and see what I’m working on, I notice the improvements in my own writing. That’s all thanks to a supportive group of friends. Whereas I would once have felt awkward to ask advice or for help, not wishing to impose upon anyone, now it’s as though it’s a given thing. Now I have the support there in the background which is such a comfort.

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