Or—
Ha! Yet another scummy scam L
We all know by now that the IRS doesn’t call us on the phone
asking us for supposed owed cash, pronto. We know a Nigerian Prince or a Ukrainian
billionaire is not in need of our urgent help to release his gazillion $$$ into
our account if only we provide our bank account number, or whatever.
But recently I encountered a brand new one that required
more sophisticated search algorithm on the part of the scammers. A message was
left on my home phone telling me it was so-and-so from a literary agency who
was so impressed with my published novel (perfectly named ) and whose agency
wanted to promote in an upcoming literary mega-fairs, (also properly named real
events) and turn into an international bestseller. If interested, could I
please call (number and name) for further discussion?
I can imagine what further discussion would amount to. Invariably
it would require some sort of financial information from me.
This operation was rather funny. I wrote a very good book.
But to think it a potential international bestseller is a stretch to the point
of a tear. In addition, I’m traditionally published, not self-published.
Everyone who is anything like a literary maven knows to approach the publisher,
not call an author at his or her home.
But what made it creepy is that my home phone is not listed anywhere under my
name. If fact, none of my phones are under my name. So somewhere, the
connectors of cyberspace have gone to deeper lengths to tie personal
information together.
Hopefully, writers know that fee-charging agents are schmagents.
By now we know that publishers who charge us are vanity presses. This is a minefield,
which is not hard to avoid if we hold firm to the principal that we don’t pay.
Rather, we are paid.
But there seems to be no end to the crooks' inventiveness. I
want to tell them they should use their ingenuity toward the betterment of
humanity instead. But I know any engagement is futile and will only lead my
information to the sucker-list of those who reply in the first place.
Stay safe, everyone. Stay vigilant and remember to laugh
occasionally, which is what I did at this last offer to make me the next J. K. Rowling.



