We Gotta Problem

Hello my best buds,

As some of you have already brought to my attention, we’ve got a slight problem over on FFN, specifically in the TB/SVM section.  Apparently, a sad little crusader has decided that it’s her/his job to clean up FFN of all the smuttiness therein.  On the face of it, I’d usually laugh my ass off.  FFN currently hosts tens of thousands of smutty stories, many of which are very dear to our hearts.

But, they’ve opened an account as of November 21st and have started naming names, with particular hatred aimed at me.  I don’t know if we’re dealing with a super-prude, or a Bible thumper, or just someone who has no talent of their own and tears down those that do, but no excuse is viable.

My worry is that if this person succeeds we’ll lose many of the wonderful stories that brought us here in the first place.  I know many of us have wandered away to WordPress and the like, but FFN will always hold a special place in my heart because it’s where I met all of you.

And most importantly of all-  Fuck her.  Or him.  No one is simply allowed to create an account for explicit purpose of deleting mass stories that they’ve never even read.  To them, it’s the sex itself, not the writing or tone, that’s unacceptable.  And they’re on a mission to police what everyone else enjoys.  That violates everything we as writers and readers stand for.  It’s disgusting.  It’s Nazi-ish and Communist China.  No one controls my information and no one tells me to conform to their ideals.  I’d rather they delete my page from existence than edit one single fucking scene about fucking.

So, I’d like to suggest we all PM this person and let them know how we feel about their censorship efforts in our realm.  Let them know how much you enjoy being dictated to.  Let them know, above all, how you feel about deleting what you read.

https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7306876/NO-MA-ALLOWED

Love and pleasant fucking to you all,

Heather

**Update 9 hours later**  It looks like she’s turned her PM off.  This person who’s raining down their unsolicited opinion has blocked everyone’s unsolicited opinion about their behavior.  Try not to gag on the irony. 

Yeah, BITCH!

Hello, my home fries!

You awesome people and your hilarious trolling.  Carmel Muse, the latest idiot that thought she’d could rip off our stories (and it WAS our stories, as I recognized other people’s stuff in hers), is no more, at least not in her current form.

You reported Carmel Muse’s story Element of Blood, and you left 30-odd reviews demanding she do the right thing and take it down.  Bizarrely, she did not.  Like many of you pointed out, what was the point of writing a story if half of it was stolen?  Why accept reviews for something you KNOW you didn’t write?  It’s one thing to make money off it like certain published authors, but to refuse to acknowledge what everyone knows about you?  I mean, this story was about Tara and Eric (ew), as she shot him with a light ball, warmed him up, could now walk in the sun, used half of my sex scenes and dialogue, and even ended with Tara preggo with a baby that smelled like snow and flowers.  None of this was rewritten, mind you, it was just copied and pasted.  She even stole my Vampire Confinement Cells description.  WTF?

She left a giant thank you to her readers for being so awesome, and that their reviews pushed her to finish the story.

I don’t really know what to make of someone who’s so clearly delusional about what they created versus what they stole.  I’m finding that’s a serious theme with plagiarists.  They love your work so much, they internalize it so completely, that when you (the original author) call them out, they go into the same weird script.  Denial is a big favourite.  So is pleading ignorance.  Hedging their guilt is universal, as in yes, they took it, but they didn’t realize they’d done so.  We’re talking massive cut and pastes here.  But they swear they’d never done anything intentionally.  I really think there is a voluntary craziness at play, like Doublethink in 1984, for those of you who remember high school English.  To simultaneously hold two conflicting opinions:  Yeah, I kinda stole it, but I changed the words and wrote another story around it and then kinda forgot about its original source, so no, it’s actually mine.

Anyway, the story is gone now.  FFN informed me that it was taken down yesterday.  Who knows, she’ll probably post it under a different name and title.  It took me a while to find this FFN version for that reason, it had been called something else on another site.  But I’ve had it trashed from three sites so far, so hopefully I’m making it too irritating to repost.

You guys, as always, came to the rescue.  Thank you so much for your help.

Until next time, Batmans.

Heather

 

 

 

Now It’s Getting Stupid

Hi Everyone,

Okay, I’m starting to feel like I’m just pissing in your ear about the same thing over and over, but I once again need your help.  ANOTHER author on fafiction,net has stolen massive amounts of my stuff (from multiple stories this time) and put them in her Eric/Tara story.  It’s called Element of Blood by Carmel Muse, and from about Chapter 8 onwards, it’s just one huge ripoff.

Check it here.

A reader clued me into this woman on another fan site and I had them take it down, but she was writing under a different name and a different title.  I told her to take it down, which she didn’t, so the administrator did it for me.  I’ve written to her again on FFN to take it down, but it would be great if anyone who feels like it would go PM or review her and let her know that you’re aware she’s a thief.

I’m so sorry, guys.  I hope you’re not too tired of my drama.  Honestly, this rash of plagiarism is starting to make me sorry that I ever wrote fan fiction in the first place.  What’s the point if people are going to swoop in and steal whatever they want because they’re too lazy and talentless to write their own ideas?

Any help to get it off would be much appreciated.  Thank you!

Heather

Notice of Award Recension

When it rains, it pours. Another example of plagiarism uncovered and busted.

You Want Blood Awards

It has come to our attention that we of the You Want Blood Awards unknowingly allowed a plagiarized story, Deviations by On3Lov3, to be both nominated and voted upon. As of now, this item has been removed from any nominations, and any awards it may have received have now been rescinded.  Plagiarism is not to be tolerated under any circumstances. Thank you for your time.

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Support the OTW!

Hi Everyone,

This isn’t a post about a story.  It’s not really an update to my plagiarism throwdown either.

But it’s something really important that affects all of us in the fan fiction community.  When this whole thing went down with my work being stolen, I was totally adrift.  Everyone had an opinion about my rights and what I was able to do or not do, and I can tell you right now that 95% of those people–though well-intentioned–were way off base.

It really frightened me that, as creators, none of us seemed to know how to protect ourselves, should someone come along, read our stories, like what they see, and simply take it, tweak, slap it between two covers and sell it for their own gain.  Lots of people voiced that I’m not a real author since I’m “infringing” on the AB and CH copyrights.  Several said that, sure, I wrote a story, but unless I registered it under US Copyright, it was fair game.  Others said the internet was a public forum, and any thievery was to be expected and totally legal.  And yet more said that I was technically right, but what could I really do about it?

Well, I can tell you know that thanks to the amazing team over at the Organization for Transformative Works, I now know that all of that is untrue.  This is a non-profit organization dedicated to helping protect the works of people like us.  We’re not lowly fans who foolishly offer our blood and sweat online for smarter authors to come along and repurpose it for their own stories.  We have rights.  Our work is our own and is not subject to the literary molestations of people with weaker imaginations.  Without these folks, I would have floundered.

I’d like to announce that the OTW are currently running a fundraiser, in which they’re trying to raise $70,000.  They deserve every penny.  I’ll be putting in mine shortly.

Please repost and please donate!  They’re just like us, except with law smarts.

http://archiveofourown.org/drive

Thanks everyone!

Heather

Intermission

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to give you a quick (if vague) update on my plagiarism situation.  Things are progressing, and pretty soon I’m going to publish an article I’ve written on the experience that will outline the entire story from beginning to end, no matter the outcome.

Thanks to some close fandom friends, I’ve collected and read every Anthony book, save one, and that one is being hunted down as we speak.  (That one book I haven’t read had a teaser published on another promoter’s blog, and in that single excerpt, my work was contained in the very first paragraph of chapter one.)  I can also report that every book–save one–contained pieces of my work.  One single book had 18 direct excerpts in it, 6 were longer than a paragraph, and 3 were longer than a page.  Missron80 even discovered other fanfic authors’ work.  I want to thank her and kjwrit for all of their exhaustive diligence on this project.

Obviously, I’m moving forward on this.

But I didn’t want to create that huge hullabaloo back in July, then just disappear off the radar.  You deserve to hear what’s going on.  So many of you defended me on so many forums that I’m still finding them in my research.  Thanks to this journey, I am now very schooled on transformative works, copyright infringement and our rights as fanfiction authors.  The lawyers at the Organization for Transformative Works have been unbelievably helpful.   I’ll outline everything I found out in my article.  Everyone deserves to know, should this horrible experience every happen to them, so that they can defend themselves against thieves.

Thanks again for all of your collaborative support.  Stay tuned.  I’ll return soon, and gather ye round for I’ll have a tale to tell.

Heather

A View from the Cheap Seats is Shitty for Two Reasons

…..

The first reason is the most obvious one.  I can’t see anything.  And what I mean by that is, I didn’t watch the finale.

The second reason is, I am so FAR removed from this show that I used to love more than most of my earthly possessions, and I used to give EVERYTHING to be closer to it.  I used to stream it the moment it aired on the east coast, and would spend hours waiting for it to download on my shitty little computer, and when it only downloaded thirty seconds at a time, I would still watching those thirty seconds, then wait five minutes for the next thirty.  Sometimes it would take half a day to watch, but I did it.  Gladly.

I was that in love.  I saw every single detail, I was that close.

Now, from a seat so far away that I’m actually not even watching it anymore, I still managed to be disappointed by it.

Perhaps the metaphor isn’t working.

Let me be more frank.

I’ve read the reviews for the finale, “Thank You,” and I’m fucking disgusted.  I’m so pissed off that I am never going to watch that half of an ass at any point in my life.

Hopefully everyone is already in the know now, but in case you’re not and don’t want to be, fly away now.  I’m am about to spoiler the hell out of this.  Indeed, that’s a perfect word:  Spoiled.  This whole franchise is a spoiled as a three-week old banana.  Greasy.  Black.  Dead.

After seven long years, it apparently doesn’t matter who Sookie ends up with, despite that being the focal point of the entire fucking show.  Indeed, her happiness is all that’s needed for the universe to fall into harmony and host social gatherings that don’t end with at least two corpses.  The name, or even face, of the person who made her happy, however, is none of our fuckin’ business.  And why should it be?  Who the hell are we?  We’re just the audience.  Sookie doesn’t need to jog every suitor across our screen just so we can put our two cents in.  I guess.  Because even though that was the case with every other guy for the entirety of her twenties, and we were treated to every introduction, smile, cute misunderstanding and eventual pornographic crescendo, suddenly we don’t need to know.  Suddenly, after several boobs, vaginas and buckets of tears, the audience needs a little mystery.  This random dude who may or may not know Sookie’s heritage, mind-reading, family issues, attraction to vampires and ability to inadvertently get everyone around her killed, is not for us to scrutinize.

I imagine the writers thought they were being clever.  What they were was cheap.

They took a cheap fucking shot.  It’s a hack way to ham-fistedly end a now-hack show.  It’s just like any other dream sequence or coma patient or momentary death-brought back to life trick.  It robs the scene of any meaning.  In this case, literally.  This man has no meaning because he’s not even a person.  He’s the back of a head, and a whispered-into ear.  That’s it.  He might as well be name Sookie’s Happiness, because that’s ALL he’s supposed to represent.  Unlike Bill, Eric, Alcide, Sam, and even Warlow, he has no history, no opinions, no life outside of her (that we’re shown).  He’s perfect, custom-made for Sookie in every way, because we’ve been shown zero interaction.  No fights, no differing philosophies, so conflicting job schedules, nada.

Of course he’s better than Eric.  Of course he’s better than Bill and all the others.  How can they compete?  And how dare we question it, because we don’t know shit about their lives or how deliriously perfect they are together.  BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T SHOW US.

What they DID show us, however, was the only thing this guy really needed to bring to the table.  Viable sperm.

Yes, like Bill’s and the writers’ Victorian sensibilities, all Sookie really needed to be happy in life was babies.  Bill said this several times in the show when he was blubbering about all the things he couldn’t give her.  As a couple, they could never have children.  You know, something I found interesting all these seven years and ESPECIALLY now, is that Sookie never said one thing about wanting or not wanting kids.  Not once, as far as I can recall.  Can you?  I mean, with all the relationships she entered into, you’d think she’d mention it once.  But she didn’t.  She never, ever indicated that she couldn’t really end up with a vampire because it would thwart her womanly wish to pop out babies.  And now, after all that radio silence on the matter, we learn that she did indeed want some.  And she’s HAPPY, remember?  Because this human nobody was able to fill that order.

And that’s another thing.  The entire premise of this show stemmed from the fact that Sookie was drawn to vampires because she couldn’t hear them.  I mean, in season one the woman was PLAGUED by people’s thoughts, as she was during her rousing-yet-vague speeches to the town this season.  People’s thoughts drive her crazy.  They left her dateless and sexless her entire young life.  Touching men especially made her skin crawl.  She loved, more than anything, the peace of a vampire mind.

Fuck. My. Plothole.  Suddenly this is not even noteworthy.  Hell, it wasn’t even mentionable when Alcide was her bed buddy.  Sex with someone who’s thoughts amplify 1000% is totally fine now.  No prob, Bob.  I don’t care that he thinks I’m gross in the morning, or I come off as bossy, or that he thinks pictures of my family in the hallway look stupid, blah blah blah.  I can’t take him to task for any of this, because he THOUGHT it, he didn’t say it.  So it doesn’t count.  I’ll just let it slowly wear down my self-esteem until we don’t talk at all anymore.  Weeeeee!

My final point in this meandering rant are the people that got lost along the way.  I didn’t see the finale, so I can’t say for sure, but I’m going to make a list of people that just up and fucking disappeared, even though their introduction and involvement were pretty fuckin’ big deals that should have been addressed in some way.

Willa.  Niall.  Mab.  Hadley.  Hunter.  Barry.  The Authority (and the vacuum they left behind when all killed).  The other kings and queens of states who were never mentioned.

On the opposite spectrum, here is a list of people who got way too much fucking air time and contributed nothing to the core plot.

Lettie Mae.  Reverend Daniels.  Terry and his marine cronies. Lillith.  Vampire Tara. Adalyn.   The Yukuza. Violet.  Willa (yes, she was pointless, but they made her a big deal, then abandoned her).  Arlene’s kids. Holly’s kids. Jane Bodehouse. Ginger.  Nicole.  Keith and James (aka the PG-13 replacement vampires for Bill and Eric, who were just too much to handle for our vanilla Bon Temps crowd).  Bridgette.  Sookie’s dead parents who may or may not have been real in the first place.

I know I have more issues.  Hell, this rant could go on for days.  I’m just so angry and disappointed.  They had endless avenues they could have pursued, and the producers and writers chose the WORST possible ones.  It was clunky and pointless and even the actors themselves seem to check their watches during their scenes.

But hey, at least Eric and Pam still have each other, right?  And they’re (slightly) richer, which was their biggest problem the entire series: their glaring lack of wealth.  (I saw in a review that the guy would rather that the show had been about nothing but Pam and Eric running a video rental store in the 90s.  I totally agree.)

I’ll sign off, but I’d love to hear your thoughts in a thread.  Am I crazy?  Was ANYONE happy with this ending?

Love to you and flying daggers to this middle finger of a series finale,

Heather

 

 

 

 

 

Curtains, folks.

Once again, to my dearest buddies,

Well, this is it.  The final chapter of Pretty Kitty.  I still can’t believe it.  After so many years, I don’t even want to post this chapter.  I keep thinking, “No, I should hang onto it.  Polish it a little more.  Make sure it’s just right, because maybe I didn’t write it as well as I could have.  Or maybe it’s all wrong and I should just keep going!”  But no.  It’s time and I know it.  The story is exactly how I wanted it to end.  In fact, I wrote the outline for this chapter almost a year ago.  I’m just in shock that the day has finally arrived where I have to post it. 

Looking back, this was just supposed to be a one-shot after the end of season three had left me hungry.  I got 23 whole reviews for it.  So I wrote a little more.  And a little more.  Until nearly 4 years later and I can’t believe how many chapters.  Had I known it would turn into such a ridiculously complicated yarn, I would have given it a better name.  Oh well.  Pretty Kitty it’ll stay. 

To all of you, every last one, thank you from the tips of my toes.  You don’t understand how wonderful and important you made me feel.  When I was a foreigner in a new country with no job and nothing to do.  When I was doodling in a new fandom that I didn’t even think I’d make a dent in.  When I was pregnant, and kinda depressed, and feeling a little lonely, this story gave me purpose.

You’ve become my friends.  My partners in Eric-related crime.  And recently, my army.  (I’ll update you guys on that front very soon.)

I love you.  Holla back. 

Chapter 60