Megan Hart

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…Where would we land? (from Fair by Remy Zero)

Why yes. Yes I do have a lap-sitting fetish, thank you so much for asking. :)

I’m 160 pages into Conference Services which is the (very bad) working title of my novella in the joint project which was called Risky Business but might be called Trade Secrets with Lauren, and since I’m only planning on 200 pages, this means I’m very near the end.

So I wrote today. And wrote and wrote and wrote some more…(I ran and ran! And I knew I wasn’t going to make it! Ask me about my most hated pron sometime, m’kay?) and oh, my.

There is something just so gosh-darned hot about writing stuff that makes me tingle. I mean, when the fingers are flying over the keys and the words are tumbling and my mind is filled with the images of what’s going on, THAT is a damned good writing day. They’re not always like that, obviously. But today was one, and because I’m so close to the end I can taste it, I want to write and write and write and write! And yet that crazy thing called real life insists I do crap like make dinner and oh, sleep. And shower.

Yeah, yeah, I know, dedication to the craft and all that. The craft ain’t a mother, that’s all I have to say.

And while I’m rambling…the muse.

I talk about my muse, sometimes. His name is Julian. But you know, he isn’t real. He’s a figment of my imagination. And I sort of laugh when I hear people talking about how their muse won’t “let” them write, or they have to get their muse working or whatever.

My muse does what I tell my muse to do.

Because I like it that way.

I suffer from occasional lack of motivation but never lack of inspiration. I never need ideas, or have to think about what I could write. I do sometimes suffer from lack of desire to do the writing, or self-doubt about whether I *can* but my muse never deserts me.

so here’s a small snippet of what I wrote today, just cuz it makes me happy:
*disclaimer* Not based on anyone I ever met, ever

“I’m going to call you Titanic,” she said.
He didn’t know what to say.
“Because you’re so good at going down,” she told him, and laughed again.

Have a great night, everyone!

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…is progressing!

section of the day:

It took everything in him, but Brandon didn’t rise to the blatant challenge. He smiled, instead. Mike sneered.
“Fucking pussy,” he said.
“Apparently I am,” Brandon said. “And you’re not.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I named my hero Brandon. Hey, listen, sometimes you just don’t choose. The name just fits. :)

I do have a list of names I will NEVER EVER NEVER EVER use, ever, for a hero.

M

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Well, well, well…I asked for a cowboy and they gave me a niiiiiiice belt buckle…

Cripes. Those hands! Guh!

So it’s up for pre-order at Fictionwise, but not yet at eHarlequin. I don’t really care where you buy it from, just that you do.

Here’s a little taste to tease you…

This Is What I Want
By Megan Hart
copyright Megan Hart
available Dec. 1 2007 from Spice Briefs
Excerpt: NOT FOR UNDER 18!!

This is what I want.

Your hands make circles around my ankles. They shackle me for but a moment before your fingertips move upward over the edge of bone, the dip and hollow of muscles and flesh. Over my calves and the prickly stubble of my knees, where they linger to stroke the soft, smooth underside. Those untouched places. Your fingers linger there, seeking creases.

Your thumbs move up the sun-warmed flesh of my thighs, which I part for you beneath summer’s bright golden light. Like the breeze that twitches the ends of my hair, your fingers drift along my skin. Moving higher.

This is what I want. You. Touching me.

You take the time to trace the faint white line, the place where once my flesh parted beneath the edge of a razor wielded by an unsteady hand. You don’t ask about this scar. You ask nothing, say nothing. You have no voice but that which I grant you, and so far I haven’t given you permission to speak.
You kneel in front of me, and this is where I like you. How I like you. On your knees, my body aligned for your worship and your hands smoothing their constant upward path.

This is what I want, your breath on my skin. Your fingers parting me. I want you to lick me as I stand over you, you upon your knees.

I want you to worship me.

Cowboys! Cybersex! Sexblogs! Dominance! Submission! Role-playing! Coffee! It’s all in there.

M

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…talking is just noise and won’t lay me down… (Closer, Joshua Radin) 

I clean and cook on Fridays.Today was no exception. Today I spent much of my day cleaning, seriously cleaning, my office. Why is my office the repository for all crap in the house? I don’t know. But it is. So I seriously organized and cleaned it.And something very lovely happened.

I kept thinking “oh, I’d like to be working on Risky Business.” That’s the project I’m doing with Lauren Dane. I’d done the proposal and put it aside for a bit to work on other things, but I’ve picked it up again for reasons I shall not reveal at this time.And I really, really want to get back into it.

Ironic, since next week is almost entirely caught up with Thanksgiving preparations (yes, I’m hosting. No, I don’t mind cooking and cleaning for a bazillion people) and this weekend will be caught up with family stuff and the weekend after, too. So I’m looking at pretty much NO writing time for the next couple of weeks. Well, then we get into December and even though I don’t have to worry about Christmas, I do still have to shop and holy moly, there goes another month.I’ll find the time, though. I’ll eke it out next week a few hours here and there and I’ll manage.I’m just darned glad to be interested in doing something, realllllly interested.

I’m also interested in Switch, now that I’ve figured out what to do with the new character who popped up entirely unexpectedly. He even has a name. Austin. I never thought I’d use that name, but there ya go. Sometimes you don’t really get to choose.

So I cleaned, I thought about writing, now it’s time to start making dinner but I might manage a page or two.My office is clean, I have a brand new playlist and the kids are being quiet-ish. I have a list of things to buy for people for holiday/birthday gifts and money to buy them. I have a can of Diet Coke with Splenda at my side and a good dinner to look forward too, as well as a night of movie watching with those people I live with.

So, even though I wish it weren’t Friday because I’m finally getting excited again about writing something and now I don’t have my writing time, well…I love Fridays because it’s absolutely guilt-free time off.

And my office is clean! BONUS!!!!!!!

M    

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WRITTEN SUNDAY, posted Monday…

Okay, so I’m at the café in Barnes and Noble again. Not too many cute boys today, though I do see a few familiar faces.
I didn’t write too much today, maybe four or five pages, but they’re four or five GOOD pages and I’ve figured out (I think) how to salvage a good bit of the stuff I already wrote. So that’s good. I also did some plotting, and I know it won’t work out exactly the way I have it written, but it is certainly a direction in which to head. And haha, man, you gotta love an outline that says for chapters 16 and 17 – WILD, RAMPANT SEX.

I also described my hero as “the Superman of Smut.” I’ll leave it to you, my doves, to determine what exactly that means, but considering my recent Superman fetish, I think you can make a guess.

The Superman of Smut. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

We watched 28 Weeks Later last night and I was entertained and a little grossed out but I didn’t like it as much as I liked 28 Days Later. That movie scared the bejesus out of me. I did, however have a nightmare in which I was in a revolving door while a red-eyed Robert Carlyle with blood spewing from his mouth tried to trap me, then get at me using his all-access pass. Now, normally if I had a dream about Robert Carlyle chasing me, I’d let myself be caught, because, umm…yum. But not in this dream. I wasn’t terrified, I mean, I didn’t wake in a cold sweat and I don’t recall even bein that scared. I ended up hiding in an attic. It wasn’t as bad or weird a dream as the one in which Dean Winchester stole my hat and made fun of me, but it was way less good than the dream I had about wild, rampant sex with Superman, or the one in which Dean and Sam were in my purple Impala, which totally rocked.

My mind is a constantly interesting place.

But back to the business at hand – I think I’m finally on track with this book, which is ironic of course since the holiday rush is beginning which means lots of work and cooking and cleaning and kids off school and therefore, mucho less time to write. Good thing I have such a long deadline, huh? ☺ I should actually be able to get my proposal in much before the deadline, though, which will make me feel better, in case the horrible thing happens and my editor hates the idea and tells me I suck and I need to write something else. Gawd. Well, at least I’d have time to do it.

I figure if I can’t be honest here, on this blog, though, I’m not going to be honest anyplace else. I love writing. I love my job. I love writing for Spice, I love writing all sorts of books, I love seeing them on the shelves. I love being able to write in my pajamas (though I never, ever do – I might wear pajama-esque clothes but I always, always shower in the morning and wear something different than what I slept in.) I love the rush that comes from creating a world and dialogue, and when I’m so deep inside a book I can’t wait to get to it. I love discovering my characters.

The downside to all this stuff is there’s a lot of self-doubt that goes along with it. Am I on track? What happens if the words don’t come? Worse, what happens if they do but they’re bad and I can’t fix them? What if people hate my books? Just as terrifying but in a different way, what if they love them? Being loved is a big responsibility. What if I can’t live up to the expectations? What if, no matter how good I am, I can’t sell another book? What if I can’t sell another book I want to write? What if I can only sell books that are the OH NOES exact same story, over and over, because that’s all people trust me to do or want to read from me?

Am I doing the right thing, making the right choices, taking the right path?

It’s harrowing. Harrowing, I tells ya! When there are days I want to sit in the dark for hours and watch episode after episode of Supernatural while I eat chocolate and drink soda…when there are days I can’t wait to get to the computer to finish my chapter…when there are days I feel like a failure and days I feel like I’m the queen of all I survey…

Actually, that’s usually all in one day. Minute after minute, hour by hour. And I suppose I wouldn’t change a second of this life, in which I am so blessed with good friends, a wonderful family and people who really do love me. No matter how deep the dips, the highs are atmospheric (is that even a word? It should be.)

I am thankful for the life I have and the people in it who have contributed to it. And if nothing else, I’ve achieved more than some writers ever will. I have to hold on to that. I’m big on being grateful and appreciative of what you have – we all know people who are never satisfied with the blessings they’ve been given. You know, the kind who find fault with everything, who constantly complain and can never simply be happy with what they have. They spend so much time bitching and moaning about what they WANT they never stop to be happy for what they HAVE.

I don’t want to ever be one of those people.

Being satisfied with what I have doesn’t mean I won’t continue to strive for more, though. It just means that whenever I start to get down, I force myself to think about all the blessings I’ve been given, and how important are the gifts I’ve been granted.

Some days that’s way easier than others, lemme tell ya.

M

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OMG moments…

First, the fabulous one.

I’m sitting here in my local Barnes and Noble drinking coffee and thinking about writing – should I pound out pages or should I plot, and plotting is winning because I don’t really know what to write…

I’m sitting here and a woman comes up to me and says “Excuse me, is your name Megan?”

“Yes.”

“Megan Hart?”

*cautious* “Yeeeesss?”

“I met you at a book signing a few months ago. You signed Dirty for me. I wanted to tell you I read Broken and I just bawled. I hope you don’t mind me coming over to tell you.”

Umm…no way! Cue me almost crying because a stranger came up to me in a bookstore!! to tell me that she loved my book(s)!

THANK YOU, TRUDY!

That was truly an OMG moment. She said she recognized me by the hair. Thank you, purple hair. ☺

The other OMG moment is when I went to lunch with my dad and he told the waitress I write romance novels, “really spicy ones,” and the waitress said, “And are you her inspiration?”

EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

What’s really disturbing about that is the fact I’m now old enough to be mistaken for my father’s wife. GAWD.

Which is worse, do you think? Having your husband mistaken for your father? Or having your father mistaken for your husband? Gawd, that was just…ewww…and let me say that I don’t care if my dad reads my books, I’m not squicked out by the thought of him reading about sex, or anything like that. Just, you know. That anyone would assume I’m his wife!!! (Considering his wife and my husband are the same age I know it’s not necessarily a crazy thought, but just…ew!)

So I’m working on SWITCH and I have a number of pages written and I feel great about what I want to happen. What I don’t feel so great about is how I’m going to get there. And this is because I haven’t really done any plotting. I have thought about it and I’ve talked about it, but I haven’t written down any plot. Not even a plot I know is going to change. So I think I need to do that today. Just write a list of things I need to use. I got word my contract for it came which means I’ll now have an official deadline, but that’s fine. It should be ample time. This is going to be a complicated, complex book and it has the potential to be my best or my worst, depending.

I don’t feel that way about every book. I don’t have that polarizing emotion every time. With Second Verse I just wrote the story I needed to tell. I’m pleased with how it came out. I think it’s good work. But it’s not like with Broken, when I wrote it thinking, I’ll never pull this off.

I feel that way about Switch. I’ll never pull it off. And I still don’t know about the ending; after all that’s going to happen, how can it have HEA? Then again, how can it not? But that doesn’t mean it’s a romance. And I know people will be reading it thinking it’s supposed to be romance.

But I can’t help that; I can’t help how they market the books or where they put them. I can only write the stories I feel compelled to tell. Sometimes those are romances and sometimes they are not. Switch is a love story, in the end, and the ending will be the right one.

But why am I worried about the ending when I haven’t even figured out the middle, and my beginning is shite?

Risky Business on the other hand, is going to be a romance, no doubt about it. I thought originally it wouldn’t but after finding the characters, there’s no way it can’t be. Guh.

And one last thing before I actually come down off my OMG moment high – Shia LeBoef, mmm mmm mmm. I’ve liked him for a long time in various projects but he’s always been a kid. Saw him in Disturbia last night and…whoa. He’s still a kid, of course, but golly he’s a good actor. And tonight we’re watching Transformers so I wonder how I’ll like that!

Disturbia gave me an awesome idea for a screenplay, though. Not terrifically original, but super scary and freaky, and I wish I wrote screenplays so I could write it. Oh…or an episode of Supernatural. Better yet, a Supernatural MOVIEEEEE!!!!

Except I never want to write for Supernatural because I want to enjoy it, never go behind the scenes and see how they pull the strings. (I’d like to write a SPN tie-in novel, though, because that would kick ass. Alas, not sure how one goes about pitching such a thing and doubt I’d get picked to do one anyway…besides, mine would have too much sex and angst in it, along with the killing and scary stuff…hey, I think it would be great.)

So that’s it for now. My right hand hurts and I hope it’s not something oogy like carpal tunnel. It’s my wrist, actually. Now that I think about it, it’s my whole right side, which is the same side which has the deformed thumb and birthmark in the shape of the United States and part of Mexico. My right side is possessed!!!

Clearly I’ve had too much coffee today!

M

PS – there is this ULTRACUTE boy sitting by the window and he’s wearing a newsie’s cap and I want to sing and dance on the table just like Christian Bale. Well. I don’t want to. I’d like it if ultracute boy did, though. He’s very earnestly discussing something with the man sitting at his table and drinking something from a coffee cup. Seriously, who can pull off a newsboy cap like that without looking like a fool? ULTRA.CUTE.

PPS– I figured out what I need to do with SWITCH.

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Tomorrow, tomorrow, I start the new book tomorrow. I wrote the first couple lines a few weeks ago but tomorrow I actually have to get started.

*passes out*

I really should go to bed, now. Get some sleep. My stomach is churning. I’m nervous and yet excited, like the night before Prom. The big question is, am I gonna give it up to the star football player or am I gonna go home on the handlebars of the school geek with the playing cards click-clacking in his tires?

Good question.

I think I know my character’s name. I know some things about her. But after that it’s the vast wide wonderland of WHAT IF.

The new adventure begins.

Here we go…

M

PS…there’s nothing in it about Supernatural or Dean Winchester having sex. And I’m STILL not Megan Padalecki. But if you’re here about erotic online reads or free erotic stories, you’ll get one from me in late January at eHarlequin…and if you’re looking for kinky things to do in bed, I’m sorry to fail you. But welcome, welcome, one and all!

To the person who came here looking for Megan Hart, though, THANK YOU! :) It’s so nice to know someone’s stumbling across this blog who’s actually looking for meeeeeee!

PPS — If you are Jensen Ackles please don’t read any of my Dean Winchester Sex posts. Not that I’ve made any. Because, you know…I don’t write that sort of thing. (If you’re Jared Padalecki, though, g’head and read.)

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 …ringing like a bell!

Ok, so I love my computer, right? Except it keeps having kernel panics and it’s really pissing me off.

It’s raining today and I have only about 3k to write on a new short story for Spice Briefs, and I really hope to finish.

I just got three boxes delivered and I haven’t opened them yet but it’s going to be fun.

And, because the story for Spice relates to an upcoming release (Catch and Release, don’t know when it’s coming out and the title might change, but it’s the male escort/funeral director book) I’ve been reading Catch and Release to make sure a few details are correct.

And I came across this line: Besides, I didn’t feel right sending him off in the rain on a motorcycle with a pizza.

And it really cracked me up! in the rain, on a motorcycle with a pizza. Think about it! How is that not a funny vision?

Bwah!

Also, this book features Jack (you might remember him from Dirty) and hawt damn but I lurve me some Jack. And Saaaaaammy…a long, tall guitar player with an earring who’s Dan (from Dirty)’s brother.

In other news, don’t forget to enter my video contest! Check out my website for details. The winner will be picked by the end of November, so get your entries in now! WIN WIN WIN an Amazon.com gift certificate, signed books, good swag!

I’m getting insanely excited for RT as well.

M

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