Megan Hart

…you know those celebrities who don’t allow pictures of themselves unless they’re looking their absolute best?

I’m not one of them.

Yeah, I was out and about, someone gave me the hat. It had three corners. We don’t need to discuss what was going on. A picture’s worth a thousand words, blah blah, and all that.

M

I’m all happy to talk about writing and stuff, and if you ask me questions I’ll tell you what works for me offer or suggestions (maybe) but this isn’t the blog to come to for like, you know…

WORDS OF WRITNG WISDOM.

I don’t believe in the One True Way, so anything I say can and may be used or not used as suits you. I’ll talk about my process and I’ll maybe ramble on about how it feels to be a writer, or my struggles or successes, and how I deal with them, but it’s not likely you’ll find me talking in depth about HOW to be a writer. I know what it’s like to be a writer, but I can’t really tell you how to do it.

I’ll talk with you about until we both run out of breath, but I can’t tell you HOW.

I can’t pretend to know enough to tell you how.

Hell, I wonder how I do it, myself.

And if I ever start acting like I know what I’m doing and have the authori-tay to tell anyone else how to do it, kick me in the head, m’kay?

M

I swear by all that is holy, if I sell another book I’m going to buy myself a sweet, expensive, HARDCORE desk chair.

God, my rear end hurts.

M

JR WARD
JR WARD
JR WARD

I heard if you write JR WARD’s name in your blog, you’ll be swamped with traffic. I’m just trying it out.

LOVER REVEALED

I have to admit, I haven’t yet succumbed to the Brotherhood. I know there’s a lot of love and hate for the books, but I’ve remained relatively unspoiled and don’t know much about them or even the author. You can try to convince me why I should pick up the first one, though…I’m always ready to be convinced to love something new.

M

Actually, I don’t know if you do it, but I do. That writing thing. The one where you spend all your free time making stuff up and trying to convince other people to believe it.

Yeah, that thing.

I’m at the point in the book where it’s all downhill from now on — tying things up, finishing threads, ending it. And that’s okay, it means I’m on track, that’s fine and all, but part of me is procrastinating because I know once I’m done with this project, heck, it’s just right on to another.

Another I don’t know, yet. A short story? A novella? That horror novel I’ve been thinking of? Something just for me, just for fun, something uncontracted? Could be. Or I could sell something in the mean time and have a new contract to fulfill. That would be okay, too, though it might mean I don’t write the horror novel.

I thought I’d never write a horror novel because I started out writing short horror and stuff, but I never wanted to tread on the King’s toes. I’m a huge Stephen King fan and consider him a mentor of sorts, though I’ve never met him or expect to. He’s a huge inspiration to me and a big part of the reason why I became a writer (though to be fair, if it hadn’t been him it would have been SOMEONE — I am a writer and will always be and would always have been.)

Anyway, I got this idea that I felt could really sustain a book and with quite a few novels under my belt I’m not afraid I can’t finish it. Whether it will be any good or not, I don’t know. Whether anyone will buy it or not, I don’t know. But I think I’d like to try.

Of course I have a lot of other projects running around in my head, too. Never fear running out of ideas, me.

And it’s THURSDAY!

Which…today means nothing really because the Winchesters are on hiatus (rest up Ackles and Padalecki and crew, rest up so you might bring me moremoremore Winchesters soon!) and I don’t begrudge them all their time off if that’s why there’s a hiatus, but oh, oh, the pain of not having a new Supernatural to watch! Thought I guess with my all day long SPN marathon yesterday I should be good for another few days.

M

Today my bestest friend came over to celebrate my birthday (she was going to take me to lunch but instead we stayed in and watched Supernatural again and again and again and then one more time)…

Oh, Winchesters. You have stolen my heart.

I want to make you both pie and tuck you into bed and watch you from the doorway as you snore.

And people, I am so not a person who bakes pie.

M

Dear Max Crumm –

You are adorable and I screamed so loud when you won “You’re the One That I Want” that I hurt my own ears.

M

70000 words
70% finished

line of the day:

The three, simple words that in the past had so easily fallen from her mouth like marbles didn’t seem adequate to describe the width and depth and breadth of her emotions when she was with him. Or without him.

And because ’tis my natal day, I shall leave off early instead of squeezing out a few more pages.

M

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same…Maybe you want her, maybe you need her, maybe you had her, maybe you lost her to another…

The book I’m working on now isn’t as hard as the one before it was and way easier than the one before that; but not quite as easy as the one before that.

It’s going to some places I didn’t expect.

How do you make someone loveable when he won’t act worthy of love? When he won’t, maybe, believe himself worthy of it? When he acts like an asshole over and over again, how do I convince you, the reader, that she, the heroine, could find something inside him to love without making her seem like an ass herself?

We all know people who love people who are buttheads, though, I mean, you don’t get to CHOOSE who you love. Do you? Do you think you can set yourself up to love someone, or not?

I know for a fact you can choose NOT to love someone. I think that’s easier than choosing to love someone. I’m not sure you can choose to love someone who doesn’t “do it” for you. But I know for damnsure you can choose not to love someone who does all of it for you, over and over, in every way possible but who, in the end, doesn’t make you happy…who makes you doubt yourself…who isn’t good for you, or you for that person. Loving someone doesn’t make everything else all better, or make it right. I really do not believe that love makes everything else all magically work out.

So that’s my challenge. Make you, the reader, believe and see why Bess could possibly love Nick even though he makes her doubt herself, without making her seem like the biggest dork and doormat, EVAR. And since you’re never in Nick’s POV all I have is Bess’s feelings to go on.

Sometimes lust overwhelms everything else and makes you forget everything else. It makes you act stupid. It really does.

I don’t want her to be stupid, but if someone who reads her has never experienced that overwhelming burn of yearning and ache and lust, they might think she is. Anyone who has ever felt it will understand.

I just have to hope there are a whole lot of lust-riddled readers out there.

M

I am officially one year older today.

Worship me as you see fit, minions.

What do I have planned for today? Dancing boys? Massages? Ice cream for breakfast?

Um…no.

Writing. Writing, and more writing. Perhaps later tonight I’ll get some presents and play some Sims 2, but mostly today I’ll be writing.

Last night I dreamed a great flood was coming and I had to save all my photo albums by putting them in the refrigerator. Clever, yes?

I’m going to see if I can pound out 30 pages today without breaking my brain. I feel like I could keep writing this book forever, and at the same time I wonder how on earth I’m going to write another hundred plus pages. Maybe this book won’t be 400 pages. Or maybe it will.

Yes, I’m slightly ambivalent today.

M