If you’ve been watching the net over the last week or so, you may be aware of the rather large shitstorm that’s sprung up around the wretched and twisted form of one Richard Ridyard, a filthy little plagiarist of the first water. if you haven’t, here’s a good place to start.

I’ve had the pleasure of reading no less than three of Mister Ridyard’s efforts during my editorship of Midnight Echo #4, and rejected each one of them before knowing of the dirty trick this little weasel was perpetrating, although I had the even greater pleasure of writing to him again once the news of his plagiarism broke and giving him a second, more creatively worded, assessment of his talents (It also means that, basically, I rejected a Stephen King story at first sight. Snurk.)

Anybody so low as to rip wholsesale from other writers is a worthless little turd– it’s not like 98% are getting paid living wages for what we do. Anybody inbreddumbfuckstupid enough to steal from the likes of King deserves to have their gonads squelched to stop them breeding.

And as this little tosspot has so quickly removed himself from consideration of the normal decencies, feel free to email him here and pass on your appreciation. If you’d like to read more on how the writing sphere has taken this carefree little moppet to their hearts, Angel Zapata has come up with a pretty decent list of blog posts. You’ll be amazed at how he’s gotten around: here’s the post.