"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
If you go back far enough in this blog, you’ll find the ones I wrote while I was running away from my nightmares. I was seized by a feeling that if I could write fast enough, hard enough, long enough I would outrun my nightmares and flashbacks. I would work myself into exhaustion in order to finally sleep. It was the only way.
I have just had one of those. I am at the 27th hour of being awake. The more I read about Anthony Giangregorio, the more angry I become. His actions in mangling new authors works and then telling them to STFU reminds me a lot of the editor I married and who destroyed my ability to write for fifteen years. So I am riding the adrenaline in up and down surges. Eventually, I will hit the exhaustion point and be able to sleep.
Alyn Day’s poignant post reveals much of what leads a new writer into the clutches of unscrupulous snot-arses like Tony G.
Mandy DeGeit is another victim and it is heartbreaking to read about what happened.
Tony G is a nitwit. A vicious stupid misogynistic nitwit.
Nick Mamatas has a screenshot of Tony G’s threat to pay Alyn a visit.
Brian Keene has much to say on the matter also.
So far as I can see, Tony G’s tactics have not altered one bit from when he did that. What he has done is hide himself so that he can scam as he wishes and not get caught (sort of). He uses go-daddy for his hosting and his domain name, but he hides behind their proxy service, which costs more than the price of the domain name. He does not put any of his contact information on his contracts, not even his email. He learned something: how to be a bigger ratsass.
His covers are of suspicious origin, and at least one is a plagiarism. I will go into the next.
POSTSCRIPT: Hi, Tabbyscat! Thanks for stopping by. *waves*