Several months ago we serialized Jack Strange’s Raising Dave.
Over the course of that series, yours truly shared a humorous incident about dining alone with the author, who promptly turned it into a piece of short fiction, and insisting that I take credit as co-author.
Without my credit.
But Jack has been sharing it around and letting everybody know that his sick and twisted story originated in MY (sick and twisted) brain.
I don’t mind the lack of credit, really I don’t. The only thing that bothers me is, Jack’s interpretation of my daymare comes across as just a little tame. If you could get inside my head, you’d know that. But you really don’t want to get inside my head. It’s already kind of crowded in there.