When I came home from work tonight, there was a comment to approve:
“My name is Linda S Amstutz and I am the author and registered copyright holder of the essay ‘IF MY BODY WERE A CAR’. Publishing this essay without my permission is copyright infringement and a federal offense.”
Here is the link to her website, which I found after some Googling. I checked. It’s a real copyright, all right.
Here is my response to her and to her agent:
Dear Ms. Amstutz and Ms. Smith,
Thank you for bringing my infringement of your copyright to my attention. As you may surmise, your essay was forwarded to me without attribution.
My mailing address is: [given]
I have removed the quotation from my website, and I will post a public apology. I am also bookmarking your webpage as a handy reminder to triple-check before I post anything not written by *me*.
I quite understand if you bill me the $750 for inappropriately quoting you. I will need to pay it out over time, as I am a single mother with extremely limited resources. But my parents raised me to be honest, and I am certainly willing to accept the consequences of sloppy editing.
Yours very truly,
[A very red-faced me.]
Insert childbirth words here.
Edited to add that I just received a very gracious response from the author.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!