Regular visitors to rifters.com know that most of the stuff I’ve ever published is freely available in a variety of e-formats on this site (and on some others). I’m a bit worried that this may not be a sustainable approach over the long haul (especially in times of global economic meltdown), but so far the counterintuitive-yet-undeniable truth is that going the Creative Commons route has only helped my writing career, such as it is. (In fact, I believe CC actually saved my career outright, by rescuing Blindsight from the oblivion to which it would have otherwise been doomed.) Anyone who wants to can download my work, copy and distribute it, convert it to other formats, hand it out as party favors, and masturbate in a warm tub to the soft erotic glow of my pixelated words on their e-book readers. Yay me.
There are some restrictions on this license, however. Authorship must be attributed, regardless of format. You’re not allowed to rewrite the text, even you think the torture porn was gratuitous in behemoth and you know you can make Blindsight’s infodumps less clunky. And you cannot charge money for work that I created and for which you paid nothing. (Or at least, you come to me first and we work out a deal where I get a cut.) The rights granted under my Creative Commons license are strictly noncommercial.
You can imagine, then, my reaction upon discovering this doofus here, selling “The Ultimate Peter Watts Collection” for £4.99 over at eBay.uk. The fact that he describes my short stories as “books” makes it pretty obvious this is no fan; he probably hasn’t read a word of my stuff, and is in fact selling the works of numerous other authors as well.
Anyone willing to pay for the Ultimate Watts Omnibus will most likely have already dropped by here and taken what they want, so it’s not as though I expect e-bookkeeper_norwich to get rich off my efforts. Still, it burns my ass that he’s even trying to; so if any of you have an eBay.uk account and ten minutes to kill, maybe you could report norwich-boy using eBay’s handy on-line fink menu. (I myself lack that option, having no such account — although I may well report through more formal channels over the next few days).
No biggie. But what an asshole.