Megan Hart

My futuristic erotic romance, PASSION MODEL, will be re-released from Samhain in May (or possibly April!) 2010, so be on the lookout!

http://www.cynthiaeden.com/romance/write-on-wednesday-megan-hart-on-writing/

So, with Collide finished in its rough draft form and put to the side so I can get new eyes for it (not literally, obviously) I am about to begin a book tentatively titled By Its Thorns. I think that’ll change. But it’s the fourth Order of Solace book, and I am SUPER DUPER excited to be working on it. I actually plotted out the story eons ago, and I still really like the idea for it.

I’m also stoked because it seems I’ve managed to keep my 20 pgs a day habit, which means this book should flyyyyyyy along, fly along, barring issues with plotting or kids having days off from school, etc. I already know there are days off coming up (oy!) so if I could finish the rough draft of this before that all starts, I’d be in a very very good place. Editing and tweaking and polishing is easier done around interruptions than page count.

So, here I go. Beginning today, officially! Starting…now!

M

I don’t celebrate Lent. I wouldn’t even have known it *was* Lent if not for the internet and people around here talking about fashnachts (which I didn’t even eat any of this year, sad!) If I were going to give up anything for forty days it would be something I could already live without because I’m ornery that way — I gave up bacon a looooooong time ago and you know what? I don’t miss it, ever. So when I want to do something, I do it, but if I feel like I *have* to do it because of New Year’s Resolution or something like that, well, I just don’t.

I’m more likely to pick up a habit (let’s say writing 20 pgs a day, go me!) rather than drop one (drinking too much Coke Zero, I know, bad me!)

But I was thinking about confessions, so here are my top ten confessions.

1. I get a picture of Keanu Reeves emailed to me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And I LOVE IT. I will never unsubscribe!

2. I sing karaoke in my living room when I am home alone. Also when I’m not alone, but sometimes when I’m alone. I like to sing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.

3. I once allowed my son to wear the cowboy boots that were mine in 8th grade to school. He was in second grade (I think, time has a way of becoming hazy.) He wanted to wear them, I have no idea why, but I was like, you go on with your bad self. And he did.

4. I did not wait “until I was married.”

5. On average, I say “fuck” about six times a day. Sometimes a lot more. Most often, not less.

6. I allow my children to watch disgusting, violent zombie movies (with my supervision.) I’ve made them promise not to become serial killers. So far, so good. *fingers crossed*

7. I have a forearm fetish– a man’s nice forearms with just the right amount of arm hair, nice wrists, sleeves rolled up…gah. I trace this DIRECTLY back to a substitute teacher I had in high school. I think his name was Mr. Wilson or Willard or Wilfred or something like that; maybe that’s just what we called him. He didn’t like us much. I think we teased him. But he had some HOT forearms.

8. I believe I once told someone I loved him when I didn’t. On the other hand, I think I didn’t tell someone I loved him when I did. So it all works out.

9. If you piss me off enough, I’ll put you in a book, and not as the hero/heroine. But you know what? Maybe if you weren’t made of evil, you wouldn’t have to worry.

10. I kissed a girl…but I’m not sure I could say I liked it.

There it is, confessions!

Got something to get off your chest? G’head!

M

First, we were going to go away for the weekend.

Then, we were not.

Then, we got a call that a tree went through the roof of the beach house, so we had to go.

Then, we had to stay longer and therefore, the day I thought I’d get to make up work because of the days I missed work due to snow days…well,that day was spent not working.

And today, I have to go see my kid’s play.

However, I’m going to shower and eat breakfast and get started on the work. I want to finish Collide this week, though it’s Tuesday already — GAWD! and I’m not sure…wait a minute…yeah, I could very well finish this week. Rough draft, I mean, nothing in readable format. But that means I’d be well on my way to making my goal.

Cool! See? Not so doom and gloom after all. (Well, let’s forget about the holes in the roof and the lack of a heat pump and all of that junk.)

Yeah, okay, so I’ll get to work and finish Collide so I can move onto the next project. Awesome!

Hooray!

M

PS — this post has been brought to you by the letter “M” — my internal monologue. My private pep talk. See how it works?

What, it’s not enough to seduce me, you have to tease and taunt me, then leave me weeping, writhing, screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?

Yeah, eff March 25th, bring me more Supernatural next effing week!

I *loved* this episode. My Bloody Valentine, anyone? Oh, haha, so clever. *snerk* I mean, starting off with a pretty steamy (for Supernatural) sex scene that was NOT including Sam or Dean sort of made my insides shrivel, but when they started eating each other…wow.

I was eating during this episode, and lemme tell you, I was disgusted.

I loved it! So much to love. So gross. So many funny lines. Cupid of course knocked my socks off with his naked bear hugs and intrusion on Dean’s personal space. Castiel — “They’re not incontinent.” BWAHAHAHA! Oh, God, Misha Collins, you slay me. Seriously. The writers write the lines, but the DELIVERY, oh, my goodness.

They worked through the mystery, figured out what was going on, it all tied in nicely with the overall arc, Sam drank demon blood and though I know it’s wrong, oh, how I know it’s wrong…Evil!Sam, with the one hand out and the sneer, I’ll wait my turn if that’s what you want. I know it’s wrong to like Sam slurping demon blood but…well…listen there are a lot of reasons why the bad boy trope is so well-loved and it makes it even better when the damage is something he can’t help. So, bonus points for Evil!Sam! Hooray!

More demons, more nasty stuff, Famine’s teeth seriously made me want to barf. He reminded me of the guy from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and that really really old decrepit guy with the creepy voice…I can’t remember what movie he was in or what his name is…dangit…he made a career out of being old and decrepit and creepy in a wheelchair being evil and gross! Well, Famine reminded me of him. AND IT WAS GROSS, Y’ALL.

And then the end.

Dean. Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean.

Dean.

I stopped watching Lost because Jack cried too much, but I could watch Dean’s eyes well up every single freaking episode and want to cradle him to my bosom and comfort him and tell him it will be okay; but of course it won’t, you know, it’s the motherfucking apocalypse, son, and you and your brother CAUSED IT.

Jensen Ackles, seriously? Why are you so good at breaking my heart? WHY?

So that was last night’s episode, and now I have to wait until March 25th for a new one. Yeah. I am sad.

Not quite snowed in any more, but still have work to do to make up for the snow days. Twenty pages a day, dolla dolla, holla holla. Gonna finish COLLIDE next week or even this weekend, depending on the craziness that ensues (I don’t usually write on weekends but if the family goes skiing or some such thing, I will work.)

Today I also have to clean my house, because…ew.

M

also, this:

— photo taken by my friend Scott Church.

And this makes me smile.