I went through this when one of my grandaughters was in high school and she had to do a biographical poster for math class. You didn't ask me, but it seems obvious we are in trouble here from the get go. What kid that can read doesn't do cut and paste for this type of project? Well the teacher's biggest complaint was she did not source one of the photos which was scanned from a book. I went to every body that had anything to do with it with the most amazing letter that I came across recently and still wonder at. Its verbosity, its cunning use of language, its explicitness. It left no room for argument, and it made such a huge impression on me that I never bothered to find out if he decided to cut Cas a little slack on the grade. Similar incident when Fran was in high school, but different. She got twenty percent for the research, twenty percent for the outline, twenty percent for the index cards, twenty percent for the rough draft and twenty percent for the final doc. (Is that 100 yet?) So she never handed in the final doc so the teacher gave her a zero. It was agreed that the system of grading was indeed flawed but it was also agreed that Fran did indeed earn eighty percent of the grade. That one I know was changed. Didn't matter in the long run as is true of most of the causes around which I choose to rally. She got a scholarship to Loyola based on her GED scores.
Anyway. . .
The thing is, and this is at least the third time this has happened, I drop the husk on the floor when I leave which is all that is left of the seed of the idea that blossomed into some marvelous piece of editorial genius, and someone finds it and runs with it. Only they don't even run in the right direction. It isn't just stealing, well, let's be kind and let them call it inspiration, it is rubbing my nose in it. Cuz I can say it better and it was my seed so get the hell off the farm. It's like that meme on Pinterest where they show you how to make the inside out cupcakes and then you post your photo of the outcome which is a hilarious mess and the caption reads, "Nailed it." I swear, if I had any way of knowing if that person derived any satisfaction from finishing their pointless paragraphs, I would be even more pissed off. Every time I see a movie or read a book and say, "Oh, I used that in my book"(months before) I want to weep except I am so far past being emotionally involved in this little hobby/career foible I call my writing. And there is a screen play and some dick actress doing a shitty job of saying what my Jenny said or my Deanie said. And they are sitting in the basement counting their nickles. Oh irony of ironies.
Well, I guess it is time for me to fall back on "I had my day in the sun" and just remove myself from the issues. But no. I am too nosy, too curious, too conceited to let it drop. I shall drag it kicking and screaming with me to the grave. Except, I forgot, I'm not going to do the grave thing.