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Theft Control Packaging for Manuscripts

Today is  my Middle Son’s birthday.  Because DH would be gone this evening, we celebrated this morning by opening his presents and singing Happy Birthday. 

Then we spent the next forty minutes untying, untwisting and unbinding the toys from their Anti-Theft Packaging.  As if some small child who wanted the Automic Tommy 20 Air Blaster Dart Gun (yes, the toy is as big as the name) could slide it from the box and hide it under their shirts without being caught.

Have you bought a Barbie lately?  Thank goodness, I haven’t.  Because back when DD was still young enough to play with them they were strapped and stapled into the box in such a way it took a well-educated adult half an hour to free her.  I can’t imagine how bad it is now. 

We live in an untrustworthy society.  Too many Barbies and Automic Blasters have been pilfered for the toy industry to risk any more losses. 

Writers also fear the loss of their words.  Sometimes this fear is crippling and keeps them from sharing their work with beta readers or critique buddies.  It even hinders them from submitting. 

For the most part, this fear is unfounded.  Many writers are too busy trying to write, edit and sell their own works to steal someone else’s work.  After all, we believe our ideas are pretty awesome, so why would we spend time trying to write, edit and submit an idea we didn’t even come up with?

As to agents and editors?  Never fear.  If you do your homework and submit to reputable agencies and publishers, this shouldn’t be a problem.  The unscrupulous don’t last long in any business.

Like most things in writing, the best advice comes from those who have been there.  I’ll provide a few tips to safegaurd your work, while still allowing you to free your writing from the package and get the valuable feedback you need to grow as a writer. 

If anyone has anything to add based on their experiences, please comment and I will add them to the list for other writers to reference.

Theft Control Packaging for Manuscripts

  1. Know your critique buddies.  Personally or via online.  Converse with them, share ideas, talk shop, discuss your mutual interests and make sure you click.  If your gut says, “I don’t know,” get out.  If you feel good about the relationship, move forward and exchange writing samples.  When this works, you can move on to the next level.
  2. Join a writer’s group or community.  There are some outstanding online sites such as Agent Query and the SCBWI. 
  3. Attend workshops or conferences and learn the trade inside and out.  Knowing how the writing/publishing gig really works can go a long way in soothing fears.
  4. Before submitting to a professional, check out Preditors and Editors, a site designed to help aspiring writers navigate the industry waters.  They make recommendations based on company/agency sales and committment.
  5. Always, always, always directly check out your potential agent or editor via their website, blog or other publication appearances.  As writers, we are responsible for keeping ourselves out of trouble.  A good agent or editor will be accessible.  
  6. Be extremely cautious about communicating with “professionals” who solicit you.  Very rarely are aspiring writers worthy of being hunted down.  In all likelihood, the email you got inviting you to send your MS was in response to a mailing list some scam artist purchased.  If an agent can verify references, that is another story.
  7. Know that our words are copywrited the second we pen them.  While some authors do submit to the copywrite office for a nominal fee, this is not necessary.  Now-a-days, a time and date stamp on word docs and emails can do virtually the same thing.  If you are feeling realling cautious, you can email your completed manuscripts to a trusted friend or rellie and have them keep your date stamp safe as proof that you wrote the project.
  8. Or, make a hard copy of the original and file away your edits as you go.  This also shows that you have worked on the project and what you did.
  9. Don’t just throw your writing up on your blog or website or various writer’s forums if you ever desire to publish it.  While I have a few fiction pieces under Short Fiction Sundays, I fully understand that this work has now been published.  IE, people have read it and have access to it.  It is no longer virgin material.  A lot of publishing companies don’t buy reprint rights and some may consider a blog as first rights.  If in doubt, send long pieces as an attachment to your online groups. 
  10. If you take, give in return.  Nothing will turn a crit relationship sour faster than taking advice and never giving any in return.   Bad relationships can cause undue damage if left unchecked.  Just be a good boyscout. 
  11. And lastly, remember that we cannot copywrite an idea.  We can only copywrite the exact words we use to define those ideas.  Even if someone snicks your idea, it is your words that make the story yours.  Someone trying to steal another writer’s work will have a hard time finishing a piece or editing it into anything usable. 

In general, learn the trade, engage in relationships that feel comfortable and that you can check out on some level.  If you ever feel something isn’t right, know that it probably isn’t worth finding out the hard way.

Best luck in keeping your manuscripts safe while allowing them to circulate in certain circles.

Who have we become?

I am so used to our wonderful writing community I forget that not everyone in life has good intentions.  Sadly, a tourist was murdered on one of the islands two days before we stopped to enjoy the native flair.  Our world has become a place where all intentions are questioned and stopping to help a stranded motorist can be scary at the very least. 

Who have we become?

On our way home from the Minneapolis airport, DH and I journeyed over unplowed and windblown roads.  We had considered staying put, as our flight didn’t land until late in the evening and the promise of nasty road conditions didn’t excite either one of us.  However, missing our kids won out and we travelled the road less taken.

Fast forward a few hours to a lonely stretch three miles out of town.  It’s midnight and DH and I are both so tired not even tooth picks can prop open our eyelids.  We see a rag-top Jeep in the ditch.  The internal debate begins.  We pass by, our headlights shining on a man waving his arms at a passing car–ours and another. 

DH slows the truck and turns around.  The misgivings hang heavy in the air between us.  What the heck are we doing?  My imagination kicks into overdrive, fueled by my recent reading of Serial, a book about psychopathic hitchhikers.  If you haven’t read it, don’t.  Unless you never plan to pick up a stray on the side of the road.  Then by all means, read away, secure in the knowledge that you will never be on the short end of the pyscho stick.

Never was there a more perfect setting for foul play than that night.  Outwardly oblivious and inwardly cowering, we took turns pushing Unlucky Motorist’s Jeep and trying our hand at the wheel.  To no avail.  UM’s four wheel drive remained useless and his truck stranded in the mounting snow drift.

What to do?  We offered him a ride, even though fourteen other cars had passed him by.

The questions abounded: where do you make let UM sit?  Will a DVD case serve as an adequate weapon?  What will our kids say when we meet our demise 90 miles from home rather than on a remote island or in an airplane crash?  Why didn’t someone else pick up UM first so we didn’t have to go through so much turmoil?

Then I looked at it from his point of view.  Likely we were no better travel companions.  After all, who in their right mind would be driving around at midnight in the middle of a winter weather advisory?

And so I wonder, who have we become when the need for help is shunned and good intentions are questioned out of fear and distrust?

I hate that this is our world and think maybe the dystopian novels aren’t all that far off.  I know they say all fiction is based on fact, but it was a sad reminder of how dysfunctional parts of our world have become.

Because of that, I am exceedingly thankful for my cyber friends and the writing community who open their arms to stranded writers along the way.  It is a place I feel safe and in control. 

Now that we are safely home, it is easy to say we did the right thing.  But it does make ya wonder…

Have you ever done anything that makes you think “novel fodder” in the worst way?  Have you used these experiences in your writing?  Does your writer’s imagination make simple acts seem questionable?