It began innocently enough with a story about a man and lame horse in New Mexico. He even sent a photo and short biography. But then the next day another story arrived, about a woman who wore too much makeup. A little homework revealed that both stories had been published elsewhere a year earlier.
I wrote warning him off, and didn't hear from him for months. Then suddenly, from nowhere, more stories appeared. They seemed original, but each had been posted under pseudonyms on other sites. I'd had enough.
You won't find any sign of him now. Nowhere at all.
I wrote warning him off, and didn't hear from him for months. Then suddenly, from nowhere, more stories appeared. They seemed original, but each had been posted under pseudonyms on other sites. I'd had enough.
You won't find any sign of him now. Nowhere at all.
