Came across an article called How to avoid author scandals on the Guardian website, which made interesting reading.
Passing off a novel as a memoir, a la James Frey, seems the height of silliness to me. Fibbers invariably get found out, even when they're not famous. Doh!
Then there's that sticky subject...plagiarism. If you are going to quote someone else's work, at least acknowledge it somewhere in your own. As for dressing up 'in character' to meet your public...actually that sounds fun.
The bit about well known authors using a pseudonym, but having their own name on the novel as well made me laugh. I understand they're trying a different genre, but I'm sure devoted readers can make up their own mind whether to try it or not. It reminded me though, that when I was eleven I had a poem published in Judy comic, (I'm still dining out on it) and I decided that if I did become a 'proper' writer, I'd use the name Sylvia Rivers. God knows why. It made me sound about ninety even then. I thought it was terribly sophisticated. Maybe I could use the name in a story and get it out of my system?
Love the term sock-puppet, by the way. I may have to wangle that into a conversation this evening.
On another note, I received an award from Faye today, for my "good writing and wicked sense of humor" which puzzled me for a minute. Then I thought, what the hell? If that lady has been reading someone else's blog instead of mine, who am I to argue? Thanks Faye! I'm going to pass it on to moondreamer for her impressively long (and interesting) posts, and Lane 'cos it's the only one she hasn't got ;o)
Oh and if you've got time, I've started another blog with yet more self-indulgent wibblings and a-wafflings here. Why the hell I don't just Get On With the Novel and stop pestering you all, I've no idea.