Nobody right til somebody wrong

[rolanni]

What went before: Wrote 980 new words this afternoon. Again, they may not be beautiful words, but you can't fix the words you don't write.

I am ... not in a good frame of mind. I did subscribe to The Atlantic and ill-advisedly looked up our names in the database of stolen works.

Every. Word. either of us has ever written, in every translation has been ripped off. Even if they're made to "pay," there's nothing that can balance this theft. I know I'm only one of a vast number of colleagues who have also had their work vacuumed up to feed the greed of rich men. The number of people who hooked school the day "Stealing is Wrong," was taught passes belief.

And here I sit, trying to write a book. And I really wonder why.

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Thursday, sunny and warm(ish).

Breakfast was hummus, naan, and an orange. Second cup of tea to hand. Lunch is again on its own.

I've been up for a while, though late getting to my updates. I had some correspondence that needed to be answered, and some cats that needed to be snuggled. Figured out how to get from end of this scene to the beginning of that scene. Gordy needs to make a choice, here, and while I know what the choice is, he has to actually do the work of reasoning his way to it.

Thus, the difference between authors and characters.

I haven't seen anything to the contrary, so I'm expecting there's ASL class this evening. I should do one more review, and I also want to get Gordy to his decision, so I'll mostly be here at the desk today.

I want to thank everyone who spoke to the value they place on the universe Steve and I worked in for more than 40 years. Your regard means a lot.

However, as I said elsewhere -- the core problem with our society is this notion that awarding someone a dollar amount rectifies a wrong. The only people punished by being made to pay an amount of money to "rectify" a wrong are those people who have no money to being with. Rich people laugh, pay the fine, laugh, and continue down their road, having learned nothing, and utterly without remorse.

In the case of the theft of my life's work, I don't want money. (I have never been motivated by money. If I had, I wouldn't have become a writer, even in a world where my work wasn't simultaneously considered frivolous and valuable enough to steal.) I want Balance. I want Them, in the words once written by an author, to lose something that means as much to them as those stories mean to me. I want them to hurt, and to cry, and to bear the scars of their wrongdoing forever.

NPC, indeed.

deep breath

Bedtime reading lately has been Very Nice Funerals, by Crusie and Mayer, the second Rocky Start book. I think the third's one out now. I should look into that.

I note that Tuesday, April 1, is Book Day for Diviner's Bow, for those of you who preordered from Amazon, BN, &c. I'll have to find my Book Releasing Clothes.

So! What's everybody reading that's fun?

Today's blog title brought to you by Mr. Eric Clapton: "It's in the way that you use it"

Cat census below:

Comments

[hairmonger]

Honey Pot Plot (which in a fit of reckless extravagance I had pre-ordered, since my library seemed disinclined to) came out earlier this week. I have enjoyed it greatly. Moar llamas!

Mary Anne in Kentucky

[readinggeek451]

Last time I checked, the third Rocky Start book was due out in May. If that's changed, I would love to know about it.