On October 7 2013 I sat down and started writing my first book, Blood Lines The Curse. I wrote it beginning to end. It’s my book. I’m self-published so I am the publisher. Any company that has printed my book is simply that, the printer.
So what am I pissed about? When I uploaded the revised version of my book yesterday I made the mistake, yes it was my mistake, of sending the template from Lulu. Every printer has a different ISBN number unless you go to the copyright office and get one through them. I had every intention of doing that first of next year. This whole writing thing got away with me and before I knew it I had several books published. Go figure. And getting a copyright for a book of short stories, holy crap. You don’t even want to go there. You have to get a copyright for each individual story or at least I think it works that way but the info is confusing.
I digress. The point is now Createspace is claiming I’ve stolen the work from someone else because of this stupid ISBN number From Lulu. Doesn’t matter that I’m listed as the author there as well they are just pissed I guess because I went to Lulu instead of Amazon, who knows.
Now I’m having to prove that the material is mine. I just sent them so much crap that it may take days to go through it if they even do. Up till lately I’ve been fairly happy with Createspace but now it is switching over to Amazon and things are going downhill. Fast. Yes I am presently looking to change the printer, distributor, I use but where the hell do you go and not get screwed? There are few things that can and will piss me off to no end and among those are to steal my work or claim it isn’t mine. I ran into something like this with You Tube a while back and that damn near started a war then. I won by the way. This one damn well looks like it is going to for sure. You can do a lot of things to me but don’t mess with my husband, my children, my grandchildren, my family, or my books. I will hurt you to no end for those things. Oh and by hurt you I mean legally. I have no intention of going to jail over you, yet.
Oh and the type of thing I would do that would end me up in jail is to chain myself outside your door screaming for justice. Wouldn’t that make a lovely cover story for the press? Poor defenseless old lady arrested for trying to stop someone from holding her work hostage. Oh yeah, that’s what they’re doing right now. Holding my book Blood Lines The Curse hostage.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?