But I never bothered to do that with my name. When I began writing, I debated going under a pseudonym, but when I made my first sale, my wife said, you shouldn’t hide. You should publish under your own name—and with a flush of pride, I did. What a mistake.
Much to my dismay, I am one of several Simon Woods out there writing. I’m not the one who writes about wine, or woodwork, British social history or sneakers. To the reader, I seem to have a split personality.
The problem is that the book searches can’t make a distinction between the Simon Wood who writes about wine and me. This can make it real tricky for all the many Simon Woods writing out there. There’s still a chance of mistaken identity.
The situation has just got a little more complicated. Until now, I was the only Simon Wood writing fiction. Now there’s a South African gent who lives in England who’s written a thriller called Beneath and a couple of people have bought the book thinking it was me. Eek!
Unfortunately, there’s not a lot I can do to differentiate all my namesakes. It’s not like the movies where no two actors can have the same name. So you (my potential readers), my namesakes and me are stuck with each other. All I can do is strengthen my identity with the reading public—and possibly assassinate all my namesakes (the way Jet Li did in that movie THE ONE).
There’s a new wrinkle. I also share the same name with the 2015 winner of MasterChef. It’s been interesting to see his successes spring up on my Google alerts–and the occasional confusion between him and me. Maybe us Simons should merge into one Super Simon??
If I could do it all again, I would go with a pen name. I’d have chosen something like Tiger Smith (which was the name of my first pet and my mother’s maiden name). Now no writer goes under that name—and for good reason, probably—but that’s not the point. It’s all about being memorable—and a unique name and title is a good place to start.
If that doesn’t work, then I’ll just to have to make my writing unique. 🙂
With hindsight, your humble author,
Simon Wood (the one who didn’t write a book about sneakers)
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