Megan Hart

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Want to become my minion via live chat? C’mon, it’s super fun. You need iChat and a webcam. I’ll ask you questions, you answer them, I post it on my blog.

email me at: readinbed  AT  gmail.com

M

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We’ve lived in this house for eight years. It was new when we moved in — fresh and new and clean and everything was painted white. WHITE. I look back at pictures of it and it all looks so…well, clean and fresh and white. And we had no furniture, so there was lots of room. And the spawn were little, so we had more room, too. Now everything is painted in different colors (I have a purple living room and a red dining room and a blue kitchen) — and we have furniture, and we’re all bigger. Well. The spawn are bigger.

And now things are starting to fall apart. The dishwasher is showing wear. The door into the garage won’t close if you don’t take your time because the lock plate is falling off and gets caught. Things aren’t so clean. But it’s all our dirt, and our lives have made it, and this is our house and we live here and have made it a home.

I’ve been in this body for 37 years and it’s falling apart, too. Today my head is killing me (again) and it could be allergies (pollen is rampant, apparently, when you live in the woods, who knew?) or an old neck injury which means I should hie myself to the chiropractor again. Which I love to do because he’s awesome and adjusts me like whoa. And I always feel better after but now…now my neck hurts and my head hurts and I’m thinking…I’m not even old! I’m just…showing wear and tear!

And for the life of me I can’t get upset about an extra ten pounds. Nobody’s going to see me naked ever again (nobody who hasn’t already, I mean) –

Let’s have a moment of silence.

Nobody. Will. See. Me. Naked. EVER. AGAIN.

So…bring on the Cheetos and the elastic waist pants, I say! Bring on the doughnuts! Bring on the chocolate! Yeah, baby!

I say this with my exercise bike mocking me from the corner — I still love you, baby. I do! I do! I swear I’ll ride you again. Just let me recover from the headache and the neck ache.

Anyway, I don’t really have a point to this other than it’s sort of rainy today and I’m going to try to write before I have to leave for spawn one’s gym show, but I was secretly thinking of going back to bed, instead. Or trying to fit in a chiro appt.

But, sigh, I’ll write at least a few words because I gotta. I have pages to finish and school is letting out soon and I’ll be traveling next week on a field trip (EEEEEEK!!!!!!!)

M

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Ok, I’m pretty open minded and all, but I really have to draw the line at all this new stuff coming out in erotic fiction/romance. I just do.

WE DO NOT NEED TO KEEP PUSHING THE ENVELOPE.

We really just don’t, okay? We seriously  don’t need to keep thinking of ways to write “hotter.” People making love is hot enough. KINK doesn’t make something hotter by the mere fact it’s “ooh, kinky.” Throwing in stuff you saw in a porn movie or thought you heard about someone once saw in a porn movie does NOT make the book hotter.

I by no means do everything I write about, but I have to at least get behind the idea of it as being sexy or something I can understand people doing. That’s how I write sex — I have to believe it.

But man, have I been reading some things that…really…just…I can’t believe people really think is sexy or romantic. I just don’t buy it and I can’t suspend my disbelief to get into stuff that doesn’t make sense. It’s not even a question of me not liking it — I don’t really find bondage exciting to me personally but I can understand why someone would, so I can read it and appreciate it and I could write it.

But what’s next with all this pushing the envelope crap? Coprophagia?

A clue, poppets, my doves, if you’re going to write that, IT IS NOT SEXY. I don’t care how kinky it makes you, it just ain’t hot.

M

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It’s big. And shiny. And I loves it, I does. The keyboard is taking some getting used to.

I was away for the weekend at my RWA chapter’s annual retreat. Got work done, ate a lot, bothered my roommate, had bad dreams again, saw a ghost cat.

I’ll have pictures later when my photobucket account lets me back in.

We watched Supernatural…SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!

And when I came home, there was my new computer, all ready for me to use it. So I set it up and now I’m typing away on it and figuring out how to make sure all my other stuff is saved appropriately and then fixing up my old desktop for that man I live with to take over…

And it’s end of the year crazy round these here parts with gym shows and all manner of nutty things. So I’m trying also to write. And my feet are cold today! BOTHER!

So that’s it from here, catch youse later when I can put up some pics and when I’ve done with my writing for the day.

M

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Here are five things I could never imagine doing on purpose. By this I mean I could not imagine myself doing them on purpose, with intent, as in setting out to do them…not that they couldn’t ever happen. Just that I don’t think I’d do it on purpose.

1. Being in a fist fight
2. Jumping out of an airplane
3. Eating Salisbury Steak
4. Wearing a bikini in public
5. Going on a cruise

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I was tagged by Lillian Feisty to share six things about myself.

The rules:

a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

So here we go:

1) I’ve never broken a bone. My own or anyone else’s.

2) I have a birthmark on my hand that looks like the United States of America, part of Canada and part of Mexico.

3) I used to have a mole on my pinky toe but now it’s mysteriously disappeared.

4) I hate the feeling of corduroy.

5) I don’t eat bacon.

6) I love the smell of lavender.

So there you have six fascinating facts about me. Now I’m going to tag Natalie Damschroder, Victoria Smith, Misty Simon, Vicky Burkholder and Lauren Dane.

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