I became a millionaire the day my book was released. I was on top of the world and knew nothing could bring me down. I walked down the street with a Sharpie just in case somebody asked for my autograph. Tomorrow I have my first onscreen television interview and I knew I had to get some new clothes. For the last three years, I have spent no money on my clothes because I was spending all my extra time and money writing and paying rent.
It had always been my dream to write a novel and I finally had succeeded. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself because this was a dream come true. A dream that had been building since I started writing stories in elementary school. I hadn’t written my ‘To Do’ list, but at the top of the list was to buy myself a new car. Then a house.
When I walked into the mall, the first thing I saw was the giant TV playing in the electronic store. I was shocked to see my picture on the screen with the ticker with the words “Local author plagiarizes book.” And my sister was on the screen, accusing me of stealing her ideas when all I did was take her notes and suggestions. She was the one who left her notebook at my apartment. I knew she meant for me to use it. Making good use of material available to me does not mean plagiarism.