Megan Hart

A few days ago:

Today:

Got to match the Impala, don’t I?

And this is neat, too: (me being number one and all) (it’s hard to see though)

I love Supernatural so much it’s like that crush I had in junior high on the senior boy who would every so often toss me a grin as we passed in the hall. Oh, he knew, he knew how much I loved him, but he wasn’t interested in a geeky 8th grader with glasses and a binder pressed to her chest. Nope. He just strode the halls of school like he owned it, and I was one small piece of his kingdom, a tribute like any good king should have, only instead of a flock of sheep or some barrels of wheat, he had my heart.

That’s how much I love Supernatural.

M

Ah. The joys of email filtering. You know that one person (if you’re lucky it’s only one) who…replies to every single post in that group you’re in. The one who’s constantly putting down other people, acting snide or condescending, or generally being an in-your-face-and-up-your-ass knowitall about everything from soup to nuts? You know that one who simply can’t post any sort of reply without adding some sort of snarky, biting commentary, just to make sure you don’t forget how superior SHE is, and how she’s got the ONETWUWAY and man, oh man, isn’t SHE SO FREAKING LUCKY she ain’t you (cuz clearly, you suck.)

Yeah.

Email filter is your friend, baby.

That stuff can go right to the ole trash can.

I sigh with happy relief.

I highly recommend it.

M

Haven’t done one of these in a looooong time!

Thirteen Things about Things Megan Just Doesn’t “Get” 1. Why Different has to be Wrong 2. How anyone would ever think saying something online they’d never dream of saying in real life could be appropriate. 3. How some people can possibly imagine the things they DO say in real life could possibly be appropriate! 4. Why I should care if you don’t like me or what I do or what I believe. 5. The color puce 6. Reality TV 7. The need to tear other people down in order to make yourself feel good. 8. Celebrity bashing 9. Chuckwagon steak 10. Quantum physics. Well, I’ve never actually tried to get it. I’m assuming it’s not my “thang.” 11. Football 12. Computer viruses (I use a Mac, haha) 13. How I couldn’t have loved Season One Sammy right from the start. What was I thinking?! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll check you out!!)

31,500 / 100,000 (31.5%)

line of the day: “I’m a handyman. Freelance. I fix things.” Sometimes, he broke them, too.

Done with the rough draft of the proposal.Going to polish it up to send it out!

M

I’ve had my share of snide comments and snarkiness. It’s inevitable, you know, when you write romance AND (gaspohnoes!) erotica. It just happens. Even when it’s unintentional, the “why’d you put so much sex in it” to “I’m sure you’ll write a really good book someday!” can really add up. And that’s from people who love me! Bwahaha!

Add to it that I got my start in e-publishing, a place I’ve never regretted and consider to have taught me so much I’ll be forever grateful, and you KNOW I’ve had my share of behind-the-hand compliments.

Whatever.

It’s all a matter of perspective, really, and perspective can change.

I guess I look at it this way: I’m not ashamed of what I write. I wouldn’t do it if I were. I’m not ashamed of the content in my books, or my covers, or the genre. I’m not ashamed of my publishers. I’m not ashamed of anything about what I do.

It doesn’t mean that snide comments and patronizing attitudes don’t sting, because they do. It just means that I remember *I* love what I do, and I put aside the reaction from someone who thinks what I do is shite, or stupid, or somehow shameful; that my chosen genre is laughable. That my publishing career is somehow not “as good” as someone else’s because of where I’ve chosen to publish my work.

I love what I do. It’s great when someone else loves it, too, and it sucks when someone doesn’t…but in the end, I’m the person who has to be happy with what I’m doing and what I’ve done. Nobody else.

M

So the plan today is to work like heck until noon, then clean and cook the rest of the day. (Big doin’s tonight as it’s erev Yom Kippur and we will have a big meal.)

Yet, curse you, Brandon Routh, with your hair and your eyes and that “Can I mow your lawn to earn money to go to Paris with the band” smile, because I just wasted a whole bunch of time looking at pictures of you. Yeah, yeah, Superman. Get out of my head.

Okay. I’m actually TURNING OFF MY INTERNET. Yes. OFF. And getting to work. I’ll update with my progress when I am done.

–M

24,250 / 100,000 (24.3%)

words: “If you know anything about me at all,” Joel said, “You should know I can’t lie.”
“Bullshit. Everyone can lie. Most people do. If nobody lied the world would fall to pieces.”
His smile infuriated her. “That would be true. This world would fall to pieces.”

Writing, like anything else, takes practice. And when you get out of practice, like I did, it can be hard to get back into it. I wrote 21 pages today, after an average of 5 a day for months and months. It wasn’t that I had writer’s block. I just didn’t have an attention span. Or something.

–M