Don’t let us kid you. Sometimes we get pissed off. I mean we have even been known to get very pissed off.
We’re human. It’s normal. I try not to sweat it. I let it roll over me and through me and then I move on to the next big thing, thanks to the book, Dune, and the Bene Gesserit fear mantra. But…
I know Indie authors who push the boundaries and I don’t mean with BDSM, secret sex clubs, multiple partners, and butt plugs. I’m talking about creative, talented, ambitious writers who I wish to god could reach a wider audience with their work. Hey, I’m talking about myself too. I’m not going to pretend otherwise.
What’s that saying? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?
I disagree. Imitation sucks. I’ve had people ‘borrow’ from me. By ‘borrow’ I mean take one of my stories and turn it into some poorly written weird ass piece of deep-throat purple porn. I’ve even had stuff borrowed from my work of nonfiction. I’ve had blog posts lifted in their entirety. I’m not alone. This has happened to a number of my friends as well.
I have to be honest. It’s not nice. It doesn’t feel good. It pisses you off.
Yeah, there’s nothing new under the sun, blah, blah, blah, but if you don’t have your own stories to tell or your own unique way to tell them, then… Well, I don’t know what to say except shame on you.
Look, 99 times out of 100, maybe 999 times out of 1000, I swallow my words. I keep my mouth shut. But I spoke with an author today, a good writer, a hard-working writer, who was just screwed by someone she had considered a friend. Truly makes you feel like crap, especially when the other author is someone who already makes way more money than you do and doesn’t need to borrow your story to succeed.
I’ve been there. I have stood in my friend’s shoes. It feels like you are getting your heart ripped out. I don’t know what to say…
Wait. I do know what to say– Don’t touch my junk. And don’t touch my friends’ junk.