Eleanor Wood is a British writer in her early thirties who lives on the south coast of England.
And so am I.
It’s really weird scrolling through Amazon’s list of book recommendations and finding a novel with your own name listed as the author. A novel written by someone else, I should add. But that’s exactly what happened to me the other day. Look: I didn’t write this. Honest.
I had no wish to get all stalkery, but I did want to know a little more about this lady. After all, she’s writing under my name. Or I’m writing under hers. Or something. So I discovered she has a blog, which she seems to update regularly with all manner of interesting tidbits. It was almost a relief to find we have differing tastes in music and literature… yet she seems quirky and likeable and like someone I’d get on with. She’s just released her first novel and I wish her all the success in the world.
It’s all very interesting and slightly surreal, but of course, we all share names with countless other people and it’s by no means the first time I’ve come across someone with the same fore- and surname as me. Even in the writing world, I’m aware there’s an agent who shares my name. But this Eleanor Wood and I are the same age, following the same profession, (both living on the south coast!), and at a very brief glance, we even look similar, if her profile pic is anything to go by. (Man, I’m starting to sound creepy, aren’t I…?) It’s not as if we’re of differing ethnicities or contrasting hair colour to set us apart in a striking visual fashion. Maybe I should dye my hair shocking purple the next time I’m asked to supply a photograph with my bio.
When you start selling your work, there’s always the question of whether to write under your own name or choose a new moniker. I figured it made sense to stick with what I’ve got, and not to faff about with initials or anything like that. But this has got me thinking. Perhaps I should I alter my byline. If someone was looking for her work and came across mine (or vice versa), it wouldn’t be difficult to confuse us. We write in different genres, but is that distinguishing enough?
Hmm. It’s something of a dilemma. I think I might start using my middle initial from now on. At least that’s blessedly different from Ms Wood’s.