I went on Twitter for the first time a few days ago. And guess what? Some food writer in South Carolina is using my copyrighted name as hers. Nice.
I contacted her boss to point out that my name and my site content is copyrighted. The boss said I should get a lawyer and deal with her company’s lawyer. In other words, go away pesky gal.
I contacted the writer who said it would be a terrible “inconvenience” to stop using my copyrighted name, but that she’d do so for compensation–$10,000 to be exact. Even nicer.
So, now I am on Twitter as restaurantgal1 (get it–the first one and the only one).
I find it perplexing that a fellow writer and her publisher have so little regard for my copyright. I find it disgusting that they want to sell me my own name.
To those of you who have been confused by this other restaurant gal on Twitter, be confused no more. I am me. Only me. And she’s not.
Some days I just despise people, especially those who should know better. Especially those who know enough to know better.