“Lordy. As I Live And Breathe, They Done Gone and Stole A Piece of My Story.”

By John Ramsey Miller

With the most recent lawsuit against J.K. Rowling for situational and character theft, I’ve been thinking about the theft of story ideas or characters.

My novel THE LAST FAMILY was once obviously plagiarized. Lots of people who were unfortunate enough to notice it and many called for me with instructions to get a lawyer and sue their pants off. It’s been a few years since that happened, and truthfully I don’t even remember the name of the series. I only remember that it was another tossed-together-lackluster-ensemble cop show on TNT or some other cable network. I only watched it because someone who was incensed recorded it and sent me the VHS. The fact is that I didn’t consider suing, or even much care. I was absolutely astounded that the teleplay author was so devoid of ideas, and desperate, that he lifted parts of my novel, and didn’t even change the main character’s name. The character’s mother was both amorously inclined and inappropriate with her young son, Martin Fletcher, in my book as he was in the TV show. Racy stuff and one for which I received much grief from prudish readers at the time. The TV series was that was such a stenched-up load of crab crap that it died mercifully after one ho-hum season. I doubt there was one letter of protest. I know I did not generate one.And I adore bad television. I chose to see it a form of homage to what I believe was a decently written first novel.

There is thievery in the world––in every field of endeavor––but in thruth most of it is accidental or coincidental. Two people can have the same idea and write very similar characters, situations, descriptions, inventions, etc… There is an old saying––perhaps an English author of plays said it best––that there’s nothing new under the sun, and it’s true. Could I write a book about wizards without wands, spells, oddballish characters? No. In England people use trains to travel, so wouldn’t it follow that young witches and wizards going off to boarding schools in England might involve train travel? Of the thousands of authors who’ve written about the subject over the centuries, how many have put wizards and train travel together, or flying on brooms, or casting spells, or called one by a certain name like Megamorte or Lord Infamil, or Grunhildabrande Lewis-Smithe Jones?

If the offending teleplay author had made my work better, I’d have been more flattered, but he merely had a character with the same name as mine and the same “unsavory”boy-meets-mama backstory that made him the horrific individual he became, and he dropped the poor man into an “alien-to-me” story that sucked frozen honey through a paper straw. I suspect the “idea” for the character and backstory came to the author via a “I’m-just-brainstorming-here” producer who’d read my book (or more likely heard about it from someone who had talked to someone who’d read some studio-reader’s coverage of it) and suggested the writer(s) incorporate his creative inspiration into the screenplay. In my experience, in dealing with Hollywood, the actual story and finished film is far less important than the placement of the credit and the checks it generates before hitting the screen. Writers can and will destroy perfectly good stories by taking even a modicum of direction from producers whose creativity runs to keeping up with which vehicle or cell phone is “in” this week. I can’t adequately portray in words how I feel about the integrity of producers in Hollywood. I’ll just say that, with a few shining examples to the contrary, that superficiality, betrayal, and limitless greed is the lifeblood of the film industry.

We are all telling variations of the same few stories that other people have ben telling since they grew imaginations and needed something to do to keep people gathered around the fire, or the children quiet, or keep the crowd from throwing heavy fruits at the stage. It is invariable that someone will step on your toes, or you on theirs without intending to do so, or knowing it is happening. Everything we see, hear, read, taste, or feel is shared by others and imagination is not exclusive or running on a separate and unique channel. I suppose I could have sued the producer or teleplay author, but that would mean I lost something real, and I didn’t see it that way. If that had ben a film that made millions, would I feel differently? No. That doesn’t mean I might not have been more tempted to sue since it would generate sales of my book for comparison purposes. I think the world is lawsuit happy, and I also think there are too few people with ideas and integrity.

Come on, I’ll have more ideas and better ones, I’m sure. I get upset when one of my children or grandchildren is sick or in trouble, but seeing my words or ideas regurgitated somewhere else isn’t worth a second thought. If someone wants to steal my words or thoughts, that is their ethical problem, not mine.

As authors, we can only write our stories and characters as we imagine them, and, heaven help us, if someone else out there imagined parts of it into their own, that’s just the way it is. I say get over it and go write another character or story worth somebody actually stealing because they can’t do what I can, or are too lazy to turn on their thinker. Life is filled with disappointments and heartache, and how you deal with them is what makes you who you are.

8 thoughts on ““Lordy. As I Live And Breathe, They Done Gone and Stole A Piece of My Story.”

  1. Back in the early 90’s I was pitching movie ideas. A local producer actively solicited one line concepts, saying he’d work with writers whose ideas he liked. Naively, I sent him some of my best ones. No word back. In the late 90’s, three of my concepts came to the big screen. True, each project took on a life of its own from the basic concept (one was a hit, the other two not). But it still stuck in my craw. What I should have done was gone ahead and written the full scripts, as those could have been registered with WGA (while you can’t copyright an idea).

    By that time, though, I was into my fiction career, and bringing my ideas into novelistic light, so I just kept doing that. My advice to writers is write your book (or script) and don’t yak about it until it’s done. You have a great concept? Turn it into a book, whip it into shape and then go to town with it.

  2. This was years after THE LAST FAMILY was in print. It had been optioned and scripts written for Halmark. Two hot, young screenwriters did another spec script on it in the early 2000s.

    Faulkner said something like, “Take your script to the California border and throw it over to a producer in California after he’s thrown you the money.”

  3. It probably wasn’t even the writer, John–production companies, studios and film companies have people trolling for new “ideas” all the time. They might not want to pay to option the story rights, and then they go off and do their “own” version of the story, which ends up being essentially plagiarized. It’s sad. One has to trust film companies and production companies to play fair, but unfortunately that’s not always the case.

  4. By the way, you can register story concepts with the
    WGA. I have registered
    ‘Blood Remains’
    , my short story in the Fresh Kills anthology, with the WGA, and I recommend that all writers register their stories that way. If push comes to shove, the WGA will arbitrate.

  5. Amazing, plagarizim is everywhere. Things are pilfered off of group writing sites, in fact that happened to me. A MAJOR writer of serial clap trap used research and nicknames and such obviously lifted from and amateur site. Bad stuff… But how can we fight back? If there venue fails… karma got ’em!

  6. Bad writers always have to steal. A good idea filtered through bad writing is just a wasted idea. I have never worried about the security of having an idea out there and the risk of having it stolen. Someone once said, “All authors are thieves, successful authors are more talented thieves.”

    I have this new idea. There this monster who lives under a kid’s bed and it’s called the Boogyperson.

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