The quiet one speaks…
I don’t always jump feet first into the dramatic part of self-publishing. However, this horrible discovery of what Cristiane Serruya has done, hits me right in the gut.
I am a self-published author, very new (only two books) and very green. I am learning the ins and outs of publishing, yet, plagiarism was not something I put a great deal of time into. Why? Because I never wanted to believe another person would actually steal someone else’s hard work.
I am not naïve…I know what plagiarizing is and that it has been used in the music industry for a long time. Many artists take pieces of an older musician’s work, and put in their own. (Some more than others) I am not going to name and names, because that is not what I do.
However, using a thirty second rip of a song is different than taking pages & pages of others work and passing it off as your own. Okay! Maybe there isn’t a difference. It is all theft.
(Now please remember these are my thoughts and mine alone.)
I have been writing stories since I was a teenager. Those who don’t know my age…I have not been a teenager for over 30 years. If a friend hadn’t dared me to publish one of my stories, it would have set and collected dust for even longer.
Imagine being a child and afraid to step out on stage because you feel you will never be as good as the other performers! Call it stage-fright, beginner’s paranoia, whatever you want. I am aware my writing is not perfect. I am also aware it needs professional help, in many ways, but…What I do KNOW FOR A FACT…It is MY work.
To see an author (and I use the term loosely in this regard) like Cristiane Serruya abuse others in this manner, makes me physically ill. I mean…actually turns my stomach. #Copypastecris is something the writing world should never have to be put through.
There are so many authors out there that have been so supportive and helpful, as I learn the tricks of trade. One of these authors is on the never-ending list of artist that has had their work stolen. This truly angers me. I do not look at these people as competition…I look at them as teachers. I see them as guides to inspire others…not to be vending machines. Them, and their work, is not there for you to pick and chose what you want!!
I am not an author…not yet. I can’t, in my right mind state that until I have paid my dues to the writing community. I am just a woman who has decided that I love to tell stories. I am a lady who has all this crazy stuff in her head, and want others to enjoy it as well. I have had the stressful, pleasure of publishing two of these stories, and have a few more that I am planning on sharing with the world. It may take me a year or more in-between these books, but I would rather give quality and not quantity. I am not in this for the money…not that it is not nice, of course, but I would rather see a great review more then a big paycheck.
Does that make me odd? Well, I have never been accused of being normal.
I am going to end here. I just couldn’t stay quiet anymore. As my final thought…Do me a favor? If you decide to write a book, write your own words…not the words of others.
So overwhelmed by my life right now. I am hoping to have these other stories out there soon. I know those who have supported me are looking forward to these. Others who have not yet read The Wicked Trix We Play, one of these books will be the second in the Wicked Games Series. Make sure you pick up a copy of the first book, or the second one my confuse you.
Again, thank you all for taking this amazing journey with me. Talk to you soon. *Runs back to cave*
H. Payne Bliss