Well, it's October again and, yep, she's back, the s.s NaNoWriMo ML is in my inbox for the 9th year in a row, this time I'm sucking ideas out of her head 10 years before she gets them...what? Good god, this has got to be her craziest accusation yet! LOL!
So, I was going through my email today (October 25, 2013) and discover one of those "odd" email, that is not a question, but rather a rant. Normally I don't reply to them, because most of them are just strangers blowing off steam. They needed someone to scream at and I was an easy click away. Why scream obscenities at someone you know and destroy your marriage when you can yell at a complete stranger from behind your computer right? Something like that I suppose. There sure are a lot of folks who do it at least.
Like I said normally I skim through the rant, add their email to my blocked list, delete the message, and move on. Once in a while however, one will show up that I feel does warrant a response, or at least, it requires I write an article about it. As you know, I never reply directly via email to any email I receive. I simply DO NOT send emails, and anyone contacting me via email knows to look for an article response if I respond at all. And so here is my response. The email is very long and I will not post it here, only excerpts from it. The basic topic of the email was:
"You Stole My Idea - I was going to write a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!"
I received another email from the woman I shall henceforth term "that
nut-job author" - you know that one whom 2 weeks ago had that strange
confusing outburst of how angry she was at me because I "steal her
thunder" and how I'd better not take part in NaNoWriMo this year because
now its her "time to shine".
Yeah, still no clue what she's talking
about in that email, but anyways, so another email from her, like before she
introduces herself as "an unpublished writer of middle grade children's
novels", explains how she "knows" me from the NaNoWriMo forums, tells me
she also lives in Maine (in a town 2 counties north of me, waay up in
the boonies of Northern Maine), and we met once at a writer's meeting at
Panera in 2009, do I possibly remember her (Yes, I do I remember her - she's the woman who went screaming out of the cafe saying "I'm not going
to attend any meetings EelKat attends! You let her join this group and
you'll never see me here again! It's me or her!" - and true to her word
she never came back, of course I run these meetings so, it's kind of hard
for me to not be there, you know. How could I forget her?) and after this introduction she than goes into
This one starts out telling me how she was getting ready for
NaNoWriMo and had this great idea for a middle grade children's book set
in FunTown here in Saco, Maine, and how it'll be a murder mystery with
the kids finding a dead body in the roller coaster.
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I'm thinking, sounds
pretty cool, way to go.
But than I keep reading her email and it
takes a turn of hysterical raving and ranting again, starting with the
line... "I was already to write this for NaNoWriMo until I found out you
stole my idea!!!!!".... uhm...wait...what?
Than she raves and
rants, same as the last email, more accusations of stealing her thunder
and stepping on her toes, yet another rant about how she has never been
able to publish anything because I'm always two steps ahead of her,
blah, blah, blah, just like in her other email...
I'm thinking What the...? Where is all this coming from? Good God honey you need help.
I keep reading. It turns out, for whatever reason, she feels she has to compare her
writings to mine, and in going through a list of stories I've written,
she came across my old "Bloodfall in PlayLand", a story I wrote about 10
"Bloodfall in Playland" is set in Old Orchard Beach's Palace PlayLand.
It's about these kids who get stuck on the top of the Palace Playland
ferris wheel, just as a space ship loaded brain sucking alien zombies
lands on the beach.
While these kids are trapped on the top of the ferris wheel zombie aliens rip everybody apart and eat them.
Zombies from space massacre pretty much everyone in the amusement park except for the kids who were safely stuck on top of the ferris wheel, where the zombies can not reach them.
<--Cover of the book in question - it's been out of print for a few years, she has inspired me to re-release it; it needs a new cover - this one is kind of shitty, at least the font is - photo is okay, font is shitty.
She spent several pages worth of typing ranting about how I'm the reason
she is nearing 50 years old and still unpublished, and will probably
never be published and it's all my fault because she just can't compete
with someone like me.
I'm reading this and thinking, who is this
woman and why does she feel the need to compete with me at all? I don't
get it. Why is she hung up on comparing her works to mine like this? Why
can't she just get off her lazy ass and do what I do and you know, just
actively publish stuff?
I mean well gee wiz, if I sat around comparing
myself to other writers I'd never have time to get my own works
published either! *sheesh*
Than she goes off on a rant of "I was
all set to write this for NaNoWriMo in 5 days, but now I find out you
wrote a story about a murder in Palace Playland, and now I can't write
my story about a murder at FunTown. I'll never get published now and
it's all your fault. I wanted to write this, but can I? No! You won't
let me will you? You had to go and write a story about Palace Playland
Uhm, wait, you lost me there.
I wrote something 10 years ago and it's like an idea you got now, so you can't write you new idea because I wrote something similar years ago???
Wait she is telling me that because I wrote this M-rated Gorn horror short
story 10 years ago about alien zombies eating tourists in a Southern
Maine amusement park, therefor I have stolen her idea for a children's
novel she was planning to write next month about kids who solve a murder
is a different Southern Maine amusement park, ten years before she came up with her idea?
"BloodFall in Playland" was about 15 pages long near as I can
remember, I'll have to look it up. (This whole thing was inspired by a
Sci-Fi Network horror movie, btw.)
was nothing remotely children's story, chapter book, murder mystery, or
middle grade novel about it. It was set on a ferris wheel, not a roller
coaster, and it takes place at Palace Playland in Old Orchard Beach, 4
miles away from FunTown in Saco.
Other than there is a "murder" in a park in Maine, I can see no connection between the two at all.
And than there is the fact that I wrote it 10 years ago.
Yet here she is accusing my of stealing her idea? Telling me she can't write her book now, because I already wrote one like it?
Let me go over this one more time, see if I got this right. She can't write a story set in an
amusement park in Maine, no where's near where she lives, because 10
years ago I wrote a story set in an amusement park, that I happen to
live across the street from and use frequently in many of my stories,
because I often walk across the street set myself down under one of the
rides and write while I watch the tourists spinning through the air?
because I write stories frequently using Palace Playland as a backdrop,
because, I don't know, I live a few feet from the front entrance gate
of the park (see - there's me, standing at the front gate, right in this
picture --->), ...you're telling me that no one else on the planet is allowed to write stories set in Maine amusement parks, because I write stories set in Maine amusement parks?
Am I the only one who thinks this woman hasn't got her head screwed on right?
And this is the same woman who 2 weeks
ago, emailed me, to threaten me and tell me not to enter NaNoWriMo this
year because as she worded it, it's her turn to shine.
you want to shine, Honey, why don't you just get off your ass and
shine? Ain't no one here trying to get in your way or stop you, so I
don't know what you are talking about, Okay? (And I forwarded that email
to the police btw, because, whether you know it or not, you are a cyber
bully creep, and I don't take to lightly to be threatened,
not after ANOTHER stalker threatened me before and I didn't take him
seriously until after he built a bomb out of a grease fryer and burned
my house down. [yes, you heard me - I'm calling YOU a stalker too, this
is the 3rd time you've contacted me throwing threats in my face for no
reason at all, other than the fact that you feel shitty over not
publishing your books so you have to take it out on someone who does
publish their books as a way to make yourself feel better by belittling
someone else, which is exactly why I am making an example of you, and
chose to answer your email - consider yourself lucky I didn't post your
email, complete with your name and email address, because I could have
you know, and you contact me with a 4th psychotic email I will, because
because 3 strikes you're out Honey, the police already have your other
I do not appreciate your
weekly emails spouting off your hissy fits of how great big and
important you think you are, nor do I like being told by some whining
spoiled brat prick that I'm not allowed to join NaNoWriMo for my 10
year, simply because you feel inferior. I'm not doing NaNoWriMo to show up your prissy face, nor am I going to drop out and not do it just to please your snotty nosed stuck up ass.
You got some serious control issues woman.
know what? I don't give a frigging rat's ass what you do in NaNoWriMo.
It doesn't matter to me what you do or do not write. I don't care. I'm
never going to read it, and if you keep spouting off your babyfaced
insanity in other author's inboxes, guess what? No one is ever going to
read anything you write, because you are just too busy worrying about
what other people are doing to take the time to focus on your own work.
News Flash: If you think your opinion of me has any effect - Honey let me assure you that none of my self worth is wrapped up in what you think of me, and by the way you are bossing me around and telling me what I can or can not do, it sounds like you think you have some sort of control over me.
I just do not understand the point of why you contacted me in the first place. Can I ask, who died and made you God?
Tell me how many hours did you spend
writing that email to me? Three? Four? Five? It was long enough that I
bet you spent a good half a day typing it up.
you take sugar and cream with your crazy or do you just randomly
contact every Maine author you can find and write these weird emails for
the fun of it?
Think about it Honey,
really stop and think about it.
You put in a good 6 hours writing a
shitty, hate filled email to me. And than 2 weeks later, you did it
That's 12 hours you could have spent writing your story.
That's 12 hours you could have been editing your manuscript.
That's 12 hours you could have been researching publishers.
That's 12 hours you could have been actively working on forwarding your writing career.
And tell me, what did you get out of those 12 hours typing hate filled nonsence to me?
Nothing! Not one thing. It didn't do you one bit of good at all.
Twelve hours down the drain.
Twelve hours wasted.
And don't write back and say: "Well how many hours did you spend typing this answer?" I'll tell you.
It took me 6 hours to write, edit, format, find matching affiliate links, and publish. And that was not 6 hours wasted, because now that it is published, it will bring in anywhere from $1 a day to $300 or more each month for the rest of my life. So while you got nothing out of your hate filled email, me, I'm getting paid at minimum $365 a year for this 1 single solitary article written in answer to you. See, unlike you, I don't waste my time writing stuff that I don't get paid for.
That's why I don't answer ANY email, via an email, and ONLY answer emails, live online, via these articles on my website. See, there has to be something in it for me, otherwise I don't answer reader emails. It's gotta be a win-win, or I don't answer back. There's no win-lose, give-take with me. It's win-win, give-give or I ain't buying it.
People write questions to me because they need answers. They are truly looking for help, and if I know the answer, I tell them what I know. They don't pay for the answers, no, but I never write an answer that I don't get paid to write either.
And can you see NOW why I say you are wasting your time with these stupid hate-feast emails to me? You are complaining that you can't get nothing published, and yet you just wasted 12 valuable hours to tell me that, hours that you could have spent writing something publishable instead. And what did you get out of it?
Let me tell you what you got out of it. Knots in your stomach, a headache, heartburn, a sick feeling in the pit of your belly, and probably some serious bought of constipation followed by massive diarrhea, because you are so uptight and high strung that you stressed your bowels out of whack, and if you keep raving and ranting and bellyaching at people the way you just did at me, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you ended up working yourself into a state of being hospitalized. It's not good for your health to be a brown nosed busy body who gets worked up over things that really don't even effect you or your life at all.
And what good did it do you? You got yourself all worked up and sick over nothing. You complained because you can't get published, you complained because you didn't want me writing in NaNoWriMo and ending up with more stuff to publish, you complained because I have published way more than any person needs to, you complained because I'm leaving all you slow pokes in the dust, you wanted me to publish less to give you time to catch up, and all you did was give me yet another article to add to my long list of things I have published in my life time, putting me another step ahead of you, in this weird little competition you've drummed up in your own twisted little mind.
Honey, I don't know why you see me as competition, because there is no competition between us, okay? I don't know you from Adam. You are a complete stranger to me. Get it through your head: I don't know you and you mean nothing to me.
You want to ask me for help, I'll gladly help you, but to send me this accusatory nonsense and falsely accusing me of of writing 250,000 words each November just to out-shine you? Think about what you are saying here, Honey: I don't know you, you are a stranger to me, how in the heck can you possibly believe that I write 250,000 words during NaNoWriMo to try to outshine you? I have my own personal reasons for joining NaNoWriMo and they certainly do not involve you! What is wrong with you? Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell do you think you are?
Telling me you can't get anything published and it's all my fault? How the hell is it my fault? I'm not your agent, it's not my job to get your work published. It's your job to get your own work published. It's mu job to get my work published, and I'm doing that. It's not my fault if you are too lazy to do the work it takes to be a published author. I don't know where you think you get off with these wild idea of yours.
My advice to you? Breath. Relax. Meditate. Take a vacation. Unwind. De-stress. Hug a purple dragon. And mind your own business for once. It'll do you a world of good.
So for the 3rd time I am confused by this woman and her strange rational. Oh well. To each his own, I suppose. But I do gotta wonder, I mean this is the third time this exact same woman has flipped out and gone screaming nut case on me, and I haven't even got a clue who she is. She's a total stranger to me. Which bring up many questions in my mind, about, if she acts like this in her correspondence to fellow authors who are total strangers, what must she say to editors and publishers when sending them her manuscripts to be published?
Can anybody say: Jealousy?
The only logic I can see behind these ludicrise emails this woman feels compelled to write is, quite simply that she is a a bitter person with anger management issues and a serious inability to keep her insane jealousy under control. She feels that life owes her something, and I for what ever reason, also own her something, simply because I am a writer who is published and she is a writer who is not.
It seems near as I can tell, that reading between the lines, she has
been trying to get her books published for quite some time and has
acquired a lifetime of rejection slips and is now frustrated by the fact
that I've published 30+ books and 200+ short stories, and thus in a
jealous rage is venting her anger out at me because I am published and
she is not.
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But tell me, what reason is this to rain down brimstone and hell fire on a fellow writer?
If she was civil and had thought to ask my advice
rather than rant obscenities, I could easily have helped her figure out
why her stuff wasn't being published, and could have advised her on what
she could do to get published.
And at the same time I wonder why
doesn't she just self-publish her books like every other author who
can't get published elsewhere does? And I wonder too if she is even
aware of the fact that 95% of my published works were technically
self-published seeing how I own the publishing house that published
them? I wonder if she is looking at my books and seeing the publisher's
imprint on them, and thinking I am not self-published?
this perhaps be the root of these strange emails she sees fit to send
me? I think perhaps she has a warped view of who and what I am, I think
she is seeing me as far more famous and far more popular than I really
My books are far from best
sellers, my income from my fiction writing in minimum at best. I am
famous yes, but I am famous because I was the 12 year old kid who was
all over the media way, way back when I took on Proctor and Gamble head
I became an author after I
was already famous and many of my fans and followers are not even aware
of the fact that I am an author! I don't think she is considering these
facts at all, and so she is looking at all these books I have, not
realizing that they are actually self-published or that I was a "local
celebrity" long before I wrote them.
I can't help but feel sorry
for this poor woman, because she seems so full of anger and bitterness
and is hell bent on seeking someone to blame for the reason why she's
having trouble getting published.
She seems to think of the publishing
industry as a competition where writers compete against each other
fighting fang and claw to be published before the next guy.
I also believe, I don't have to justify myself, my writings, or my reasons for joining NaNoWriMo, to this arrogant woman or anyone else and I have the best defender possible on my side (God) and feel sorry for anyone who chooses to mess with Him, whether they believe in Him or not. My guardian angel always protects me or hadn't you noticed?
It is very
sad that she sees the writing career in this light because with her bad
attitude, she will never get far as a writer. One thing writers are
known for is their comradery and helping each other out.
is no real sink or swim mentality in the publishing industry because published authors are always tossing life
boats out to newbies and trying to help them succeed.
And yet there has been a rise in the past 5 or 10 years of new writers, who like this woman, are hell bent on fighting their way to the top, even though there is no one out their trying to push them down.
It is sad when you
run across writers so bitter that they are like the lobstermen shooting
at the other lobstermen across the bay, in a kill or be killed I have
be the only winner attitude.
Until she changes her attitude she will never get far in the publishing industry. Poor thing.
New England- Go...
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I would hope that this could serve as a lesson for future unpublished writers. We writers now published were once unpublished writers, just like you. We know how hard and frustrating it is to struggle in the goal of becoming published. We are not your enemies. We want to see you succeed. We want you to get published. We write these author websites and author blogs, filled with articles and posts on how we got to were we are, not to brag or boast, but rather to get you a helping hand and show you that if we can do this, you can too, and here we'll help you out by telling you how we did it so you can repeat our steps.
Did you know that the suicide rate of authors is higher than ANY other profession? Did you know that 9 out of every 10 published authors suffers from clinical depression and 7 out of every 10 has schizophrenia, and that the very act of prolific writing is not a talent but rather a symptom of serious lack of a will to live? Writers write for a reason and often that reason is because they literally can not do anything else.
There are people who try to write and feel like a failure, and than there are writers who suffer from not being able to stop writing. Writing has been classified by psychiatrists as a symptom of depression and a type of schizophrenia, and a warning sign that the person is suicidal can be seen by how much they write. Writers who write a lot are teetering on the edge. Published authors are rarely happy people, and people who try to write and think they have issues because they can't write, need to stop and ask themselves: Could it be that I am too sane, too healthy, too normal, too happy to be able to write?
That's why I say there is no such thing as Writer's Block. Either you have Schizophrenia and Depression and are thus compelled to write all day and all night because you feel it is the only thing that will keep you alive, or you are a normal healthy person who doesn't have a reason to write and therefor your brain doesn't give you ideas. It's as simple as that, and psychology has done studies on the mental state of writers vs people with writers block, to prove it.
So to all you unpublished writers out there everywhere: stop and think BEFORE you send that hate filled email.
Did you ever stop to think that the person you are sending your hate to may be on suicide watch and that your email could very well be the thing that pushes them over the edge? Could you really live with yourself if you found out it was your hate filled jealous range email that caused another person's death? Think about it.
Next time you feel compelled to write a hate filled email to some one, anyone, friend, family, stranger, whoever, stop and ask yourself: What price will your email charge? Is it worth someone's life? Is getting your anger off your chest it REALLY worth it?
And so in closing, would you like to know EXACTLY what I think of you?
I think you are a controlling creep who is so frustrated with your own life and lack of doing anything meaningful with it, that you spend your time looking for successful people who are doing the things you wish you were doing. Once you find these people you rail out mindless rants of hate to them, in hopes of hurting their feelings and making them feel as miserable as you feel, to justify your own feelings by bringing others down to your level, in an attempt to make yourself feel like "the big man". You are like the cave man who beat a helpless mouse over the head with a bi stick and is now pounding your fists on your chest to show others how great and wonderful you are for being a bully.
You feel justified in your hate because you think your opinion matters to me. You fail to realize that if reader opinions mattered to me than I would be writing novels with mass reader appeal, rather than a niche genre that no one ever heard of.
The fact remains, I write what I write not for my readers but for myself, and I don't care if anyone reads it or not, and I don't need your approval or permission to write. .
Likewise I do not join NaNoWriMo for any reason but for myself, and I don't care if you think I should be there or not, and I don't need your approval or permission to write 50,000 or more words in 30 days.
I don't know who died and made you God, but someday, someone is going to knock you off your high horse and it won't be pretty, so you best climb down off it and learn to live with all us 8billion peasants that exist in the world, because it's going to get awful lonely up there all by yourself on you golden throne in the clouds. Newsflash Honey: YOU ARE NOT GOD! You do not control the heavens and earth and I do not bend or bow to you.
So, all I have to say to you in answer to your email is this: I have no power over you that you don't give me, nor have you any power over me that I don't give you. If you obsess over what people think of you all the time it will keep you from doing the things you want to do.
No one is limiting you, but you.
No one is preventing you from shining in NaNoWriMo but you, if you took a look down at your feet, you'd see that it was you who is stepping on your own toes, and guess what Sugar Plum? No one is stopping you from writing that children's middle grade novel about a murder in FunTown, either.
You are building your own walls around yourself, you are putting up your own roadblocks, you are the only one stopping yourself from doing anything, and until you grow up and own up to the fact that you are ultimately the only one in control of your own destiny, than you will never get anywhere you want to be in life and being published will remain forever out of your reach.You need to stop worrying about other people and start worrying about yourself for a change.
There will always be people like you who hate those who are doing well,
or at least those who you perceive to be doing better off than yourself.
The best revenge is, of course, is for me to continue to do well. I can
not help but wonder, Muffin, if you think I am so much better off then you,
how terrible your life must be. I know there are folks out there who
had worst experiences than I have, but it is so rare that I ever meet or
encounter them. You poor thing, if you really think my life is so much
better than yours, than your life must be absolute hell. I'm so sorry
for whatever has happened to you, to make you feel I have it so well,
but Honey, taking it out on me or anyone else isn't the answer.
I think more likely you are a troll, which is why I have not posted your email, because giving you the attention you don't deserve is, well, pointless. I write this article because this is the 3rd time this month you have emailed me, and if previous NaNoWriMos are any indicator, you are only just getting started and before long you will be on the NaNoWriMo, Maine Forums doing what you do EVERY YEAR since 2005, starting threads telling people to "stay away from EelKat" (and yes, I did notice that you already created one on the public forum 3 days after NaNoWriMo went into relaunch.), and Honey, here's a tidbit I bet you didn't know I knew:
#1) Because I am a Script Frenzy Municipal Liason, I do have access to reading the "private" moderator forums of the Maine, NaNoWriMo Forums and I AM aware of the fact that EVERY YEAR since 2005 you post dozens of hate filled ranting threads about me. I have access to these threads because like you, I too am a Maine ML. I do not respond to them, because you are nothing but a whining cry baby troll. And yes I can see that you have already created 3 such threads in the private ML only Maine Forums.
#2) Because I have a large family with more than 300 people in it (Mormons, remember?) I have more than a dozen relatives on the Maine, NaNoWriMo forums and guess what? Every time you abuse your NaNoWriMo ML privileges to mass NaNoMail Maine members (carefully remembering to delete my NaNoMail off the list) EVERY YEAR since 2005, they (my personal friends and family who you've been sending these private messages to) forward to me your hate filled NaNoMails about me. And I think it's pretty shitty of you to abuse your NaNoWriMo ML privileges to be slandering me behind my back and telling the lies you tell about me in these "secret messages" you've been sending via NaNoMail to other members of the Maine forums. I do not appreciate you telling other people the lies you said about me.
See, you are not as anonymous as you thought you were. You did not know that like yourself, I too am a Maine Municipal Liaison and have been reading your posts in the "private" ML forums right along. Like I said, I rarely post on the Maine public forums and I never post on the private ones, but that does not mean, I was in the dark on the things you have been saying on them. I have been simply choosing to ignore your trolling, but now you are emailing me directly which means your level of hate has risen, and thus your likelihood of showing up on my doorstep with a bomb (like another cyber stalker did in 2006) has just showed it's ugly head, and after 8 years, it is time for me to stop ignoring you and report you to the authorities.
I have ignored your petty whining and running your lying ass all over the NaNoWriMo forums for 8 years now, because I know you simply want me to hurt as much as you seem to think I need to hurt and you just want to see me telling in public I'm hurt by you because you think it validates your own false sense of superiority. But the thing is, you are nothing but a no body to me and I don't care what you think of me, therefore nothing you say hurts me in anyway.
Apparently this is frustrating you very deeply which is why you are becoming more persistent this year than in the past. Fact remains, Sugar Dumpling, you are only hurting yourself and making yourself look bad, and now you are also on file with local police for cyber stalking and if it doesn't stop, you'll soon have an FBI record as well, which could land you in prison.
I have been ignoring you because I did not see you as a threat, however it has become very clear in your last hysterical email, that your frustration levels at my not acknowledging or validating your petty need for 15 minutes of fame have reached a danger point where you feel the need to as you put it "do something about it" to get my attention.
And that is why I am writing this article, to let you know that, yes, I have been reading your steady, endless hysteria every October and November since 2005, and yes, I have been ignoring you because I did not think you worthy of comment and yes, you now have the attention you wanted, but it's it's not my attention you are getting now, it's the cops.
I don't know what this stupid petty vendetta you have is, but know this, this morning I have taken everything you sent and forwarded it to the police, and if you contact me or my family again, the FBI is next, because you are a cyber bully, and I've had it with your stupid, childish games.
You are nothing but a sick, twisted creep not worth the saliva it would take to spit on you. I don't know what your problem is, but no one can help you out here Honey, it's a road you gotta walk on your own two feet. It is between you and God and no one else. Take it up with him and leave me alone.
I'll leave you with a cute YouTube video that examines why commenters like yourself REALLY leave comments like the ones you persist in emailing to me.
Thank you and have a nice life.
October 25, 2013
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