Megan Hart

Seriously.

What is going on there?

Been a Dean girl since day one, but Sam’s grown on me. And Jared, what a cutie (didn’t do much for me at first but he’s grown on me, too.)

But now?

Wow.

The look on Sam’s face when Dean saw him exorcising Samhain broke my heart. The look on Dean’s face, watching, broke my heart. Those boys broke my heart and it hurt SO GOOD.

And HELLLLO, Castiel. That dirty accountant look works so well. Don’t send Dean back to Hell. (It’s a rhyme, can’t you tell?)

This episode horrified me, over and over. There was none of the giddy, giggly, WHEEEE to it — I watched, cringing and writhing, disgusted and disturbed. Of course, that’s what I loved so much about it — the fact they can take me from the giddy to the gasping week after week, up and down, without losing me at any step along the way.

And I love the angels, I love the mythology they’re toying with (could be that I have an angel book I can’t quite get off the ground for submission, due to other projects), and most of all, I love the fact they’re making me believe it. They’re not losing me.

And oh, Sam and Dean…why can’t you just love your brother, Dean? Why not love him for who he is, even if he does have Demon blood in his belly? Let him use his powers for goooooooooood!

But back to the hottness that is now Jared Padalecki…I wax and wane in my appreciation for his physical form, and for his performances. I *like* Jared as Sam — well, I frigging LOVE him as SAM, but I don’t always like Sam the way I unequivocably love Dean and will forgive Dean any flaw. I don’t always find Sam appealing, and I don’t always find Jared pushing my buttons the way I do his television brother.

But then there are episodes, like tonight, where my jaw drops and I sit back in awe of the pretty, but more than that, really and truly and genuinely adore Jared’s PERFORMANCE as Sam Winchester, what he brings to the role besides the broad shoulders and million-mile legs and the big, big hands. Tonight I watched him and fell a little bit in love with Sammy (though if I had to choose, I’d still prefer to be in the dark basement with Dean.)

Jensen’s had his moments this season (as in, awesome is made of Dean Winchester) and of course, so has Dean. But tonight I felt the power of the Sammy, through and through. It’s more than just how they look, those boys, though I’m not gonna deny they melt my butter. It’s what they do with Sam and Dean, every week, that make me just….GAH!!!!!

I FREAKING LOVE A TV SHOW!!!!!

*dies*

So you know what? Yeah, I know Supernatural can do no wrong in my eyes. I know I love it with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, a love that is both pure and filthy at the same time, a love that reaches beyond what should be normal for an inanimate thing, an inconsequential thing, ephemeral…untouchable. I understand this. I know it’s not absolutely without flaw, but because I love it I will forgive it when it’s less than perfect, and I will love it all the more. I realize I am crazy for something that does not exist in a manner which makes it realistic to love.

And I do not care.

Supernatural has reached Keanu status for me. If you know me, you know what that means. If you don’t know me — it’s inexplicable.

M

I want to write 20 pages today. I did 17 Monday, 16 Tuesday (but finished them much earlier than I had the 17 the day before…)

Today I want to write 20. I’m nearing the end of this book, though it will need mucho editing, but that’s fine. You can’t edit what you haven’t written.

So. Today. 20. Cheer me on! If I make my goal of 20 pages today, I will give away a copy of STRANGER to one commenter to this post.

In other words, motivate me, however you think that should be done. Mocking finger of doom, promises of nekkid Dean Winchester in a bed made up with flannel sheets and chocolate…whatever you think will get my motor running.

I’ll pick a winner and mail your copy of STRANGER when I receive my author copies (should be in November some time, could be early December.)

MOTIVATE ME!

But know I won’t be commenting back until later, since I’ll be…you know. Writing today…

M
Edit: 3:08 pm
UPDATE!

Total for the day: 22 pages
lines of the day: Love was one thing, but a guy had to draw a line at slobber.

and here’s the picture Rachel tried to post in the comments, meant to motivate me:

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So, yesterday and the day before it I had two pretty good writing days. I need another one, today. (I haven’t had a full week of work without someone being home from work or school since SEPTEMBER. Seriously. WTH?) Because you guessed it, no school on FRIDAY! And I have an appointment tomorrow.

So.

I’m going to get cracking, doing my 30 minute stretches, which works out pretty well for me.

The problem is, today, as I sit here, contemplating, I realize: there’s nothing I love as much as I love Dean (and to a slightly lesser extent, Sammy) Winchester, and therefore, no matter how excited I am about the book I’m writing, I really really really WANT to be writing a book about Sam and Dean.

Hello! I need a contract to write a Supernatural tie-in book! STAT!I even have the story. Nobody will mind that it’s got a lot of sexxin’ in it, will they? And angst? And rrrromance? Doomed romance, of course…and maybe Sam will get throttled and Dean thrown against a wall (by a hot chick.)

M

So…Jason is now Seth.

It’s interesting, writing a book that’s not a romance but that has a romance in it. By this I mean that many of the books I’ve written over the past couple years haven’t felt like writing “a romance” for one reason or another. I’ve written romances. I feel a difference. (Tempted? Not a romance. Stranger? A romance.)

House of Wonder is something else, and there are many layers to it, and I’m almost done. I’ll hit 300 pages this week or next, if I keep my ass in gear (30 minutes at a time, bebes, that’s what it takes.) And after that it’s all gravy! Then it’s time to polish it up and submit the proposal…

You know, if my editor read this blog she totes wouldn’t be surprised to learn I have a book ready to submit to her for proposal that’s not due to be turned in until, like, March of 2010, but here’s my rationale: I’m on fire for the story, have some downtime, and I really want to hit this book (for Mira) and in order to do that, I had to write it. I felt I had to write it, that coming up with a snappy synopsis simply wasn’t doing it (because she turned down a bunch of ideas I was fired up about and didn’t relay in the right way.)

If she turns down this book, I still have time to come up with another, and if she doesn’t, I’m more than a year ahead of the game.

See how this works? It’s like time-jumping. Normally I do what comes first, but in this case, I’m not.

Thirty minutes at a time, and there’s the buzzer. My break’s up.

Gotta get back to work.

M

I just write.

But I do believe it can be a powerful motivator for those who are just getting started, or folks who thrive on competition, or for any number of people for various reasons. And anything that gets your butt in the chair and the words flowing is aces in my eyes. So if you’re planning to start NaNo this month, good luck, and remember this:

Writing is hard work. Some days it’s easy, sure. (It’s usually easiest on the days when I don’t have enough time to write.) But many days, many times, it’s hard, and sometimes boring, and sometimes your butt hurts or your back hurts, and sometimes the words don’t come.

You need to write them anyway.

Some days it’s rainy and cold and you want to take a nap. And some days you realize you haven’t played the Sims 2 in awhile, and oh, yeah, there’s that great episode of Supernatural you’d like to watch, and then there’s the laundry and the kids and the spouse and the day job, and that movie you wanted to see, and your friends keep making you go out to bars to see strippers.

You need to write those words anyway.

Some days you used a cream to get rid of your mustache and gave yourself a rash and your diet’s not working and you really want to go back to bed because you just put on fresh flannel sheets.

Get your butt in that chair, and write those damn words.

A lot of people, I hear, quit NaNo early on because “it’s tooooo harrrrrd!”

And it is.

You need to do it, anyway.

M

And I just like showing it off…

Photo by Scott Church.

Okay, so I just had to email somebody named Jared.

I just…hee hee! HEE HEE!

M