Megan Hart

…but there is something so incredibly erotic about NOT touching.

About anticipation.

M

Are Violent Video Games Adequately Preparing Children For The Apocalypse?

Say it like: Shed-yule.

Well, I sat down and I wrote out my shed-yule today. It’s pretty daunting. I’m on top of things — don’t get me wrong, I’ve been kicking ass with the writing lately. Found my groove or just have been more disciplined, whatever. It’s all going very well, the actually production end of it.

But when I look ahead at what’s due…

Wow.

I’m not complaining. It’s work I’m looking forward to, contracted work, which is suh-weet, I won’t tell you otherwise. And I’m not even overscheduled to where I feel overwhelmed. I just…wow.

I don’t have a lot of time for like, something just…for whatever. But I have to write something for…whatever…and fairly soon so that by the time that…whatever…could be acquired, I’ll be able to have releases in the future. I mean, I have to be thinking about that. Can’t just coast on what I’ve done. Have to be thinking a couple years ahead for shed-yules and whatnot.

And I think…

How lucky I am to have reached this point.
How lucky I am to have reached this point.
How lucky I am to have reached this point.

I love what I do. I love doing it. I looooove it. And this book I’m working on…I like it. I think I’ll like the next one, too. And the one after that.

I am so lucky to be able to do what I do.

M

23 pages
lines of the day: I guess there are always moments when you realize for the first time you don’t really know the person you love. Something beyond the giggly check-list you go through in the beginning of a relationship – favorite color, favorite food, shoe size. Moments when you first realize you could know all those things and a lot more and still not truly have a clue about the person you’ve decided you don’t ever want to live without.

Ok, that’s a little clunky, but I’ll fix it, I swears.

M

And I hope to crank out the pages today.

I could maybe probably finish TAKEN (or whatever it’s going to be called) this week — first draft, anyway. Which is great, because then I can put it aside and start my next Berkley book while the edits percolate in my brain for TAKEN. Then when I’m done with that book, I can go back and edit TAKEN while the edits for the Berkley book percolate.

Oh, I have to fit in finishing up No Reservations as well — which is actually due first and needs a good polishing. But man, do I love that story!

Anyway, today’s the day I write 20 pages. I just have to get my butt into my other chair and off the internet. Well, my butt’s not actually on the internet. But if I move my butt away from this desktop, I’ll get off the internet.

I just downloaded a new song, too, for my TAKEN playlist.

It’s “Where I Stood” by Missy Higgins.

It’s not *entirely* appropriate as the words “cuz I don’t know who I am, who I am without you, all I know is that I should. And I don’t know if I can stand another hand upon you, all I know is that I should. Cuz she will love you more than I could, she who dares to stand where I stood” is correct in the sentiment but not the gender — since it’s not a “she” who’d come between them, anyway. But overall, it’s a great song, and she also did Night Minds which has been on constant replay now for months.

So now I’m gonna get to writing.

M

Back in the olden days, when I was anticipating my first release from Spice, I set up a couple Google Alerts to notify me when someone was talking about me on the internet. They still bring me alerts now and again.

I deleted them today.

I don’t want to know what anyone’s saying about me anymore. If it’s good, it will still be good, and maybe someone will let me know. If it’s bad, I just don’t need to know it.

And if those pus-encrusted douche-nozzle ebook pirates are offering up my life’s work to any blistered anal fissure who wants to download them, well…I just…it cause me too much stress. You suck, ebook pirates, okay? And I see you doing it, you repugnant, seeping sores on a herpes-riddled prickblisters! Man, do I think you suck. Suck hard. I hope you get papercuts on the tips of your tongues and then eat pickles.

But anyway, I wrote up a proposal today, heard possible good news on another one (which would really truly make my week to get a positive on it) and wrote about four lines on TAKEN or whatever it’s gonna be called. So not much work there, but it was a productive day for other reasons. OH, and I polished a hundred pages or so of a different proposal to be shipped off to someone else, I hope, I hope.

And back to TAKEN, well, I’m nearing the end. And man, this book is guuuuushy. Alex Kennedy falls in loooooove and it’s like…schmoopy and goopy and romaaaaaaantic. It’s really lovey dovey.

I hope people like that.

M

I actually had an entire post about what sucks about providing favors to other people and then finding out that they’ve kinda sorta actually dissed you — damning with faint praise can suck worse than out and out slapping you in the face, did you know that?

Well, now I know it.

Lesson learned. No more favors.

M

Oh, WAIT.

I AM a 15. y.o. girl when I’m not being an 18 y.o. boy.

So fuck it, I’m crying. I’m going to take a hot shower and cry in self pity.

Really, really hard.

M