This is kind of a long rant...sorry, but I need to get this off my chest. I met this guy about 15 years or so ago. The guy had all kinds of ideas for things like board games, etc. I'm an artist and a writer. I painted a lot of commercial art for him to help him get his board game ideas off the ground. They were really cool games and we both thought they'd go over big time. Over the years, we've always worked together on projects like this. We had our share of creative differences that were almost knock down - drag out fights. But in the end, the projects got done and we were always happy about it. We became pretty good friends over the years. Last year he had a new idea. He wanted me to write a book for him. It was the story of his life. It was really interesting. It involved drug deals, the DEA, rich families trying to ruin his family, and even the mafia (I'm not making this up). This story is a movie of the week if there ever was one. I spent the better part of a year writing this book. It was really good (IMO). My wife and I both read a lot of books and have quite a collection. We had many others read what I wrote and alot of the professional opinions were that it had the makings of a best seller. Of course we had our creative differences. This guy, admittedly, can't read or write very well. He has about the equivalent of a third grade education and even admits he's never even read a single book in his life. After I wrote it, and he paid me for it (what payment we agreed on), he continued to harass me about making changes. Changes that were absurd, at odds with the storyline, incorrect grammatically and frankly made the book start to really look like a third grader wrote it. I was originally given his hand written chicken scratching that laid out the foundation of the book. But there was no story there...just a lot of anectdotes. I spent almost a year developing a story out of that mess. I developed the plot line, the characters...basically everything that made his notes into a story. As an example, he would have one paragraph about the death of his brother, or when his brother got busted by the feds in a million dollar heroin ring. But then he'd have a whole page about things that were completely trivial (like washing his car, etc.). I had to be very creative and make alot of things up to make it interesting. After it was "done", he attempted to get more work out of me for free (more work from my wife as well, who is a graphic artist). Together my wife and I wrote the book, edited it, rewrote parts of it and we did the cover art, did all the pre-press stuff to get it ready for publishing. We did it all and his only contribution was criticizing things. Finally I'd had enough. I installed Word on his computer (which I set up and taught him how to use), and I copied the book file onto his computer so he could just make the idiotic changes himself. I just couldn't take what he wanted done to my story anymore. Here's where it all falls apart. Not only did my wife and I do a lot of work for free (well beyond what we were paid to do), I also designed his website so he could sell this book as it is self published. I was making his website as a favor to a friend, when I had some spare time (which was seldom as I work a full time job and play in a band and I have three kids with another on the way...and I'm remodeling my house). I was doing it for free. He was just as critical of the website and expected me to keep making changes to it, on my time...for free. He kept making ridiculous demands on what he wanted (he didn't even know what he wanted) and demands on my limited time...for free. He got angry with me that I wasn't doing more for him and broke off our relationship. In addition to the money he paid me for the cover art and writing this book, I was to recieve 10% of the sales as per our agreement. I wrote the book as a ghost writer and never intended to use my name on it. I never had a problem with that. But he surely wasn't going to use his name either, because he was afraid of his old drug dealers and the mob coming after him if he used his name. He is now telling everyone that because he made changes to my work that he wrote the book, not me. The changes he made are outrageously atrocious and everyone agrees that he took a great story and ruined it, so in a way I am glad that my name is not associated with that trash. But there is a part of me that took a lot of pride in this book and now it all feels so cheap to me. I'm angry and hurt and I want nothing to do with him now. I feel like a year of my life was for nothing and what pride I had in that story is now replaced with embarassment. I had so many people who wanted a copy to read the story I wrote and now I don't want anyone to read this drivel and think I did that piece of trash. We are not on speaking terms at all any more, and that's fine as he turned my, and my wife and kids lives upside down for a year and I'm glad to be rid of him. But there is a part of me that feels cheated and empty. Thanks for letting me rant. You can now go back to talking about amps and basses and the latest celebrity gossip.