Tim Dedopulos has left comments on a couple of my blog entries for April. This is a bugger. It means he was online – a rare occurrence these days – and I missed a chance to talk to him as I was down by the brook with oranges.
For those who do not know of him, Tim Dedopulos is a much-published author, genius, scoundrel and madman. He is also a thief. He has stolen my name and used it to his advantage on several occasions. Aside from his grandest larceny of my identity (which I cannot talk about here for legal reasons), he has twisted my surname by applying it to some of his fiction books most ignoble characters – including slave trading and mad scientist Southwells. I am told that even when he is not directly taking my name in vain, I am still recognisable under the disguise of Japanese malcontent in one of his White Wolf novels.
Given this, much of what Tim says about me must be treated as dubious. When he calls me a ‘bloody good writer’ I am touched, but would urge everyone to not take it seriously. Tim is being over generous in the extreme. As he helped me to get my first book published, he really should know better.