erika, something to pass on to your mom:
Someone accused Daphne du Maurier of plagarism, for Rebecca. They'd written a novel several years earlier, sold about three hundred copies, very similar premise - the author sued.
The story goes that du Maurier's solicitor asked the jury, "This woman wrote a book called (whatever it was). She claims her idea was stolen. Can anyone on this jury quote the opening line of this woman's book?"
The sound of crickets. He nodded.
"Thank you. Now - can anyone here quote the opening line of my client's book?"
And a dozen voices, in unison, piped up with some version of "Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again."
du Maurier won. There are, so it's said, seven possible plots. It's what you do with them, and how you do them, that matters.
OMG
HARPER LEE IS GOING TO BE IN MY BUILDING NEXT WEEK!
t faints dead away
This is true.And I really need other eyes to look at it, even as a Creative Genius.(fluffs hair)
I almost did blurt that, compared to my naked body, giving up my words ain't no thing.
Thought better of it.OMG, Aimee, that is very cool.
You should totally show her this.
Life has been so crazy the past few months, that I'd taken a sort-of sabbatical from my columns for WriteMovies and Got Poetry. No more, both are back. Hope you enjoy!
On GotPoetry: Lost in Worcester: As we gear up for NPS in Albuquerque, a few last thoughts on iWPS
On WriteMovies: What I Learned From Punk Rock: The dark side of the good old days
Victor, that punk memoir - yepyepyep. We really need to spend about nine hours hanging out and swapping some of these stories. Ah, the Clash in South London in 1979, with about ten other bands, playing the free, huge Rock Against Racism shows, to nail the National Front...
Oh, yeah. That's a show I wish I'd have seen. I think I need to get back to SF for a spell, and this time not be on a whirlwind tour.
What Perkins Said.
And Perkins, insending shortly.
