It's My Name

Erin Nanasi. Not a particularly special name, although I am fond of it. Erin is the poetic Gaelic name for Ireland, and Nanasi is Hungarian for "If you cannot pronounce it on the phone, I know you're a telemarketer." My maiden name means badger in England. Yep, badger. Honey badger doesn't give a I digress.

Someone stole my name. They didn't charge a BMW to my credit card, or dress up like me and try and gain access to a high school reunion. No, this person stole my name for something a little closer to home. See, as a writer I have what is known as a Right to Publication, which means I choose how people can use my name. For example, you cannot use my name to promote something without my permission. Or, you cannot write over ONE HUNDRED ARTICLES and put my name on them. That violates my Right to Publication.

The person who did this was someone I thought to be a friend. This person had helped me with an Internet stalker last year, and had promoted and complimented my work. Well, I think it was my work...it may have just been my name with which he was so enamored. I have legal recourse, and I am looking into that. But there is no legal recourse for betrayal. There's no paperwork to file to amend the feeling that someone you cared about, someone you worried about, took advantage of you and used you for his own shady purposes. There is not a lawyer in the world who can win you compensation for being stabbed in the back.

It's my name, and I like it. It belongs to me. Not you, Mr. Baker, not you.