It’s a back-handed compliment, I suppose, to have written something good enough that people want to steal it. I just don’t feel particularly complimented. “Fire on the Mountain” turned up on a couple of blog-type sites as something the writer enjoyed (yay) and on a known pirate site.
There’s no talking to the admins at this particular site: an anti-piracy group I belong to has made it clear that trying is an exercise in futility, and one must go to the hosting site to get the downloadable file taken down. This I did, and the response was admirable–the file was down in a matter of hours. No telling how many times my book had been stolen before I found it.
Yes, stolen. Downloading this way is theft. The social contract is that I have something you want, a story, and you have something to exchange for it, money. Doing it any other way is theft. I’ve heard the arguments elsewhere, so spare me the entitled whine. Or get ready to clean my cat box and trim my hedges: I’ll take it out in trade.