I tempted fate, didn’t I?

After writing about my original works appearing on a pirate website, I got a message from a fanfiction reader who asked me why I’d only posted half my story on Wattpad when it was completed on fanfiction.net.

I was confused and asked them which story they meant. I explained that all my stories on Wattpad are complete and that there are only nine of them.*

Best friends Love to Share, they respond.

The what now?

My story is titled Best Friends Share Everything.

So I go look. Yep. There it is. Copied. Even the summary is the same. And the title on the first chapter. I’m more annoyed that they have cut out my reference to tribal gods from the disclaimer. I always say:

the characters and all recognisable situations belong to Stephenie Meyer – this is a work of fan fiction, except for the legends and histories of the Quileute that, of course, belong to them. I pay my respects to their gods.

bfse plagiarism 1

The reader thought it was me. Perhaps she’d asked the Wattpad author the same question and they hadn’t answered her?

So it’s off to the official reporting page I go.

But I just don’t get it. I can get plagiarism at a fiscal level. That’s just basic theft. But how does this work for free works? You post a story that isn’t yours. You get reviews, comments, kudos that are not yours. You have not earned them. How do you feel any real worth from that? If it was me, it would make me double down on the shame.

But I guess that’s it, it wasn’t me.

 

*I found Wattpad a less than easy site to both navigate and post stuff on. It was also hard to get reviews for anything. I haven’t posted on there for a while.

But here’s my page: AM Gray aka mrstrentreznor

Bluebeard

One of my many half to three quarter written works is a Bluebeard re-write.

I was talking to someone this week and saying how hard it was to work on my current National novel writing month [nanowrimo] work when it was a romance and right now men are just… ugh. *shudders*

‘But that’s the thing with romance,’ she said. ‘There’s got to be a happy ever after.’

Well, yes… but then I remembered Bluebeard. My version of that story is probably technically a tragedy.

She loves him. He loves her. At a certain point she understands that he is going to kill her anyway. She survives. He does not. She goes on alone having killed the love of her life.

There is no happy ever after here.

‘So write that,’ she said.

Flash to today… I’m beetling around on Twitter and I see a post where a woman says her next movie is going to be a rewrite of Bluebeard.

I have a moment of full on panic. I’ve spiralled off into self hate before I’ve even read it. My inner critic is shouting: If only you’d finished that story, published it, you could have been ahead of the game, now it’ll look like you’re just copying someone else’s great idea blah blah blah.

I breathe.

Then I go read the article.

It seems there are any number of books and films that satisfy the ‘bluebeard’ story tag. And I didn’t know that. It was a favourite topic for pulp writers because it put a woman into a position of peril. Life Insurance scams with up to ten wives, right back to Gaslight and Hitchcock movies like Marnie, or Joan Crawford in Sudden Fear. The writer argued that Dracula fits this ‘woman in peril’ genre too, as does a whole heap of Gothic romance.

Huh. I love gothics. It all makes sense, now. It’s just the next level up from the ‘bad boy’ romance. He can be sexy and charming; which just makes him more dangerous, right? He’s not just ‘bad’, he’s life threatening. She has to work out if she’s just frightened of him, or if he really is a killer. And that’s the story.

Perhaps I’m in the wrong genre with tragedy. It should be a thriller, suspense melodrama, woman in peril. [Shawn Coyne would be so proud.]

A story where a hunted, threatened woman fights back and takes down the man who is threatening her. Right now, there’s plenty of room in the world for all the different versions of that story.

So good luck with your movie Anna Biller and I’ll finish my version as well.

 

Links:

Me on twitter: @mtr_amg

Sudden Fear

Anna Biller’s post

 

Lessons in sourdough and writing

sourdough oct 15thI make sourdough every couple of days. It’s about the only thing I got from The Artist’s Way self-driven course. I don’t mind that; it’s tasty and it makes the house smell great.

But recently my loaves have not risen properly. I thought there was something wrong with my starter. To explain, you grow your own yeasty concoction and feed it plain flour and water every couple of days. Mine lives in the fridge where its growth can be slowed and contained and I feed it every four days.

I imagined throwing it all out and starting again.

*shudder*

I hate waste and I’d have real problems doing that but after a couple of failed batches I realised the problem was ME! [Isn’t it always?] We still ate the ‘failed’ bread. It was more doughy and flat but still good. Truthfully I ate it, the kids avoided it.

Before you bake, you put aside a bowl with a tablespoon of your yeasty starter and a small amount of flour and water. It grows happily overnight. I put mine up on top of the fridge where the temperature is warm and constant.

The first step of the recipe is pouring that starter (or leaven) into water. If it floats, your bread will work. If it doesn’t float you should chuck it out and start again.

I’d been ignoring that part.

I put extra starter in the mix, thinking that more of a good thing was better and it obviously isn’t. Too yeasty and the bread doesn’t work.

I’m going to try to turn this into a writing metaphor.

I get lots and lots of ideas, but not all of them can be whole stories. They don’t float to use the leaven metaphor. And I reckon it doesn’t matter how much effort you put into every step after that first one with an idea that won’t float. It just hasn’t got the buoyancy. It isn’t the right balance. If it rises too fast and too early then it collapses later.

Now if only I can remember that.

Book piracy

Ages ago I set up some google alerts and then promptly forgot about them.

So imagine my surprise when this month one pings into my inbox with the notification that my works are on another website. I go look and it’s one of those pirate ebook websites.

My short story is printed in its entirety; including my copyright.

It’s one of the free ones, so they aren’t stealing from me. And in any case after years of listening to other authors, there’s not a lot you can do about these pirate sites. They work, and exist, just to collect people’s credit card details. If someone is silly enough to give their details to one of these dodgy sites rather than pay for works from legit sites, that’s their issue, not mine.

Read. Enjoy. All I can hope is that I may gain a fan or three from it.