If you are a romance writer with the word “Cocky” in one of your titles, and you’ve received a takedown notice from author Faleena Hopkins, please check out this Twitter link on this bullshit.
Have you heard yet? (possibly, it’s all over my FB and twitter)
Oh look,
Faleena is back at her bullshit. One of my friends had her work removed from Amazon and was issued a copyright notice from Hopkins because their plots were “too similar”. The similarities where that their man characters drank red wine, and featured vampires.
She’s on my shitlist for authors to never rec or review.
yeah no it’s super shitty right now.
For the record, if anyone is having issues with her, there are people in publishing volunteering to pay consultation fees with a lawyer right now.
God damn heroes. I think I saw some of them on twitter.
It honest to god makes me want to write something and title it “Cockie” and just do a satirical parody but I have neither the time nor the energy to even pretend to be as shitty a writer or human being as she is. And y’all know me, I don’t make those accusations lightly.
I am both petty and manic right now and I am SORELY tempted to do a quick 2K number about a petty and rude romance author that falls in love with a suave and assertive publisher, only for him to leave her when he finds out what an ass she’s been.
We’ll call it “Cocky Bitch”
Even Anne Rice would say this writer is too litigious
In fact:
When Anne Rice says “I think your being overzealous in your attitude toward trademark law” that’s like Hunter S Thompson taking you to one side and saying he’s worried about how much you’ve been drinking lately
I love that this is basically the same as the “We have a Hulk” scene in Avengers (and came out before it) but that in terms of the Leverage Crew, the Hulk, who you’d think would be Elliot (rage, not good with talking out his emotions, Mr. Punchy) is actually Hardison (that cheerful grin, the sass, the neverending well of love and joy). Because the truth is, Elliot can’t do that always angry thing. He can’t sustain his anger, he can only sustain his pain. He can’t simmer for ages, he has to get in there and Do Something when he gets mad. He’s Steve, to be honest. But Hardison? Hardison who hacked a foreign bank on prom night to pay back his Nana for all the good she did her foster kids? Hardison who buries himself in games and toys and gummy frogs and orange soda because that’s what people expect of the “geek”? Hardison who grew up poor, and orphaned, and black, and oh so incredibly smart? Hardison who is so constantly afraid, of dust, of small spaces, of high places, who loves a vent-crawling building jumping thief like she’s the sun? Who had to hold Parker’s hand as she panicked about foster kids in Eastern Europe somehow ending up broken like her?
knitting in the dark 