The other day, I announced the publication of a new book and invited folks to read about it on the Depplady blog.
And then, today, this shows up in the comments here:
First, I “rip Ms Jones” for using not just one, but dozens of fake names. And, second, I am not doing the same thing. She makes up not only fake names, but fake lives to back them up, as if they’re real people. She makes them up to scam real authors who submit material for her anthologies – telling them that all of the authors get an equal cut, and that the publisher won’t take a cut. How generous! But what she doesn’t tell them is that there might be one, two or three real authors, and all the rest are she, herself, under all of these different names. So, if an anthology earns ten bucks, each real author gets a dollar. But if 7, 8 or 9 of the authors are her using fake names, she keeps 7, 8 or 9 dollars. Still seem generous? Nope.
In short, I’m not making up a fake name to scam people. I don’t make up fake backgrounds to try and flesh people out like she does. Anybody remember leg-breaker Bo and the beautiful Sky(lier) Wicker(son)? Right. Two ‘people’ that she insisted were real. She still insists that they’re real, and that the beautiful Sky is dating her sister. Bo met his untimely demise on the day of the Waco shootout involving the Bandidos. Though, when pressed for details about his death – names of the decedents were produced and she was asked which one he was – she backpedalled saying that just because he died that day, it didn’t mean he was involved in the shooting.
Uh huh. Right.
The point, here, is that I’m not using a fake name to scam anybody. I’m not trying to bolster a flagging roster of authors or pad the content of a bogus book with fake names churning out the same crap to scam any real authors that might be caught in the trap.
To be clear, I will be writing under two names. Jeannie Depp is the name I assign to my adult literature. And, by adult I mean grown up. Not erotica. I don’t write erotica. I’m talking about everything except children’s books. Not spank.
For children’s books, I’ll be using the name Jeanne Gonser.
And here’s why. If my grown up books are successful, I don’t want a fan of that literary readership to pick up a book one day, open it and discover that it’s a kid’s picture book about my pet cat, Stumpy. Conversely, I don’t want a mother of two toddlers to pick up a book by me thinking it’s a kid’s book and discover that it’s about kidnapping, bondage and torture. So. A different name for kid’s books, and another for the grown-up stuff. It only makes sense.
Unlike the mouth of the south, I’m not trying to be dodgy or deceitful.
“But my pen names are for different aspects of my personality, my different moods, different genres! It’s the same thing!”
No. It’s not. Her argument might be valid if her writing fell into genres. But all of her stuff is the same horribly written Mary Jane spank, cranked out over and over, without the benefit of any proper editing or formatting. She spews it out like she’s taking a dump, and with roughly the same consistency and odor. There’s no mood or genre to it, unless the genre of CRAP has been added to the list. If it has, her picture appears in the definition.
It’s also not the same because she actually tries to make these people real, with stolen pictures and fabricated bios that mirror her own, making her the star of the show. That’s not even on the same planet as what I’m doing. It’s not even in the same universe.
Ordinarily, I’d say that it’s nobody’s business what names I choose to use or why. But I don’t mind setting the record straight. I, for one, have nothing to hide.
Why do I need a different name? Well, I don’t need one. I’m choosing to use one. There’s a difference. And the reason I’m choosing to do so is pretty simple. Larson is who I was for the past 33 years. It’s not who I choose to be now, and certainly not who I want to be in the future. I want to evolve and grow into my own person, the person of my own decisions. My own choices. Not just somebody’s ex-wife or somebody’s mother. I love that last role, and it carries with me no matter what name I put on the front of a book. I’ll always be a mother. Using a different pen name is simply what I choose. I need no other reason.
If anybody has any questions for me about my decisions, please feel free to voice them. Like I said. I have nothing to hide.
But if you, up in the cheap seats… yeah, you. The one getting your third hysterectomy, have anything snarky to say, stuff it up your butt sideways instead. I’m sure there’s room for it, even with your head blocking the way.