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A Plagiarist Among Us
This post has been modified because the blog that stole my content has deleted the infringing post, per WordPress, and gone private.
I stand by what I said: there is nothing flattering about someone stealing your work, and no one should be “honored” that someone “liked” their text enough to steal it.
You wouldn’t feel honored to have someone break into your house and steal your jewelry, would you? If someone stole one of your paintings, would you think they were flattering your taste in home decor? After spending hours hand-craving a wooden chest, would you calmly accept someone gouging a few new lines in it and then selling it as their own design?
I hope not. I don’t. I make my living by writing. The theft of my words is the theft of my creation, my work, and in some respects my livelihood.
In cases like this one, where not only my words but also my experiences and the insights I gained from them were stolen, it’s not “just” my work and talent that gets taken—it’s part of my identity. It’s invasive. It’s painful. The way my text was used was, frankly, offensive to me.
And, frankly, having the plagiarized text and the person who stole it mentioned on this blog was distasteful to me.
Should anyone want to see the original post, I have it in my personal archive. Contact me.
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