My Third Novel's Conclusion, My Heartbreak

My heart begins to break when I think about completing this particular book -- because this narrative has sustained me like no other story I've known. It's both more personal and more universal than my other works. But beyond memory and archetype, it's a cri-de-coeur about needing to become the person one is destined to be. And in the writing, I have met my own life's work, my own fated journey -- having the sense all the while that the pages are suffused with a resonance, an energy, an electrified field that defies explanation. Writers hope and pray to be overtaken by a work in this way -- to be conscripted into passionate service of a profound story. To experience it even once in a lifetime seems a great privilege. I still have several months before this novel is complete, and this constitutes my reprieve. Because I'm not ready for the beauty to end.




Saturday, December 20, 2025

A Novelist Claims Her Own Original Work

 OIG Hotline, the FBI appears to allege that Txx Lxxxx has committed perjury in wrongfully withholding evidence against him for his role in a criminal conspiracy in this case. 

The FBI appears to mention Txx Lxxxx’ wrongful claim of plagiarism pertaining to my own original work. For the record, I possess the original notebooks in which all of my original works have been composed and can produce them upon request. 

Further, the writing of my first novel was witnessed by my husband (then fiancé) with whom I lived during its composition. 

The writing of my second novel occurred in the three years following my marriage, so my husband witnessed my daily labors with this literary work as well. 

My third novel has evolved over a long period, with my husband, my colleagues, the Yaddo Foundation (which provided me with a fellowship based on my original work), hundreds of participants in a related short film project, and an Oscar-winning film producer David Parfitt assisting me with a related screenplay. As with my other works, I possess my original handwritten notebooks of the narrative.

My original screenplay related to my novel is formally copyrighted by the U.S. copyright office. (Unless the FBI has altered this record, the original screenplay is fully protected.  And I possess the copyright certificate. )

There are so many people who know of my original authorship of the novel and screenplay, there really could be no open contest regarding the truth of this matter. 

The fact that Txx Lxxxx is alleged to have completed my third novel through ghost writing and to have sold it in Germany, and allegedly online in some form, constitutes inexcusable and incalculable theft. 

For the FBI to investigate Txx Lxxxx’ crime without allowing me to present my extensive evidence of my original  authorship represents a travesty of justice, if in fact such an inanity occurred. 

Whatever the case in the past, my claim of my own intellectual property must be re-established unequivocally and entirely, and Txx Lxxxx must be held accountable for his crimes in this matter. 

Ultimately, who will want to be part of a nation when the FBI is stealing and selling their intellectual property?

No scientist, no novelist, no inventor, no composer would ever wish to make the United States their home if the lowest criminals such as Txx Lxxxx are allowed to prevail in the theft, betrayal, perfidy, and contempt for the labors of the honest public. 

I love my writing. The NEA found me meritorious enough to award me a literary fellowship, and they were not alone in acknowledging my original gifts. 

The worst of the worst American criminals should not be allowed to wrest my talent, my labors, my reputation, my family members, my dignity or my accounts from my full ownership. 

Most sincerely,

Lane MacWilliams

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