This one, will probably go straigh to sale. I have something special in mind for it.

But, here is the start, to see what people think. First five pages.

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I've been asked more than once how I come up with my names. I don't - I work for a lawfirm, and in the fileroom. I literally just collect names. My latest batch, if people are inclined to gank (and some of them I have used, though I could not tell you where, offhand >.>;;)

Ragheb
Shook
Tackett
Mahiri
Kinnear
Suellen
Ridenour
Kibisu
Spurrier
Malitett
Harkenrider
Tolan
Lakeith
Lusnak
Killebrew
Torance
Sedoris
Fayzette
Seabolt
Seacrist
Goss
Takesha
Jeter
Frantisak
Scacchi
Kurdila
Rafail
Chessiree
Frierson

It makes me sad that it's already the ninth, and I'm barely getting to enjoy my favorite month. My LJ is still way too summer, but it's going to have to suffer awhile longer.

For my family: Left my phone at work

Am so fucking tired of working Saturdays, but I can't just not do it - the money helps, and the work needs to get done, and I have time off in Nov so I can last that long, right? -__- I'd kill for a quiet weekend, though. Hopefully Sunday will be quiet, but I'm not holding my breath.

Sammikins and I, upon occasion, will play a game of sorts - I will text her lyrics or a verse of a poem, and she'll text back the next portion. Or she starts it. I was actually going to text her the start of a story we both like, but never got the chance:

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.

Now to see if I can get some work done *sigh*

Okay, that's it.

I can take a lot in bad ebooks. But werewolf body change including natural ass lube?

Going to bed now.

First, it amuses me that in the bit I posted this morning, everyone took 'kill' literally. In my mind, he was just pissed off and overexaggerating. It never occured to me that it would come off he would really kill someone. I wonder what it says about me that everyone assumed I meant literal death. I must come off seriously wrong, cause everyone I've ever met considers me an extremely violent person--but only Sammikins, perhaps, has ever really known what it's like to get smacked around by me (and she won most of those fights, but don't tell her I said so). Heh, so it goes.

Oh, how I love riding the bus. No greater source of WTF exists. Todays gem? The dancer. This chick made a phonecall (after pretty much accosting someone to 'borrow' her cell phone), then put on her headphones and started dancing. Like, Flashdance dancing. She just took over the one seat, gripped the pole connected to the front benches, and totally went to town. Even I don't get that lost in my own world. It was equal parts amusing as fuck, and rather impressive - if I'd tried anything even remotely like that, I'd have fallen on my face. The rest of the bus was cracking up, but nice enough at least to keep it quiet - and they actually started clapping when she stopped to get off the bus. It was a crazy, crazy morning.

And now I go to write Christian losing his temper. I had an idea for a Matchmaker drabble, but it seems sort of mean to post a drabble for a story not everyone has read/is able to read.

are very weird.

Sometimes, I get more information than I know how to handle. Sometimes, I get exactly what I need. Sometimes I just get snippets. Sometimes, all I get is a sentence or three before the voice falls silent again:

"Shut up and--argh, just--fuck my secretary or something while I go deal with this stupid mother fucker." He stomped across the room, then paused. "Stay the fuck away from my desk, or I'll kill you next." He slammed the door shut as he left.*


I think the rain has let up for a bit, which is good, cause I've no fsking clue where my umbrellas have gone. I'm really sad my red one is MIA, I haven't seen it since roomie borrowed it and I know for a fact she threw it on the living room floor with my shoes, but it's not there anymore *sigh*

Hopefully, thouhg, I get my ipod back today ^__^ Oh, music, I have missed thee dearly.



*Bits like this always come with impressions, if not much else. My impression is that speaker is friends with whomever he's yelling at, and the friend and secretary are lovers-and secretary is Not Amused. But, nothing more comes to me.

I so want to make a pot of coffee. So dead, and I don't know why.

I'm also bloody sick of my fucking phone. Why does it drop calls like woah the minute I'm in this fucking house!!!

In other news, I am redoing Always There to look more like the new Fairytales Slashed. The bitch about createspace, however, is that once past a certain point, every time I make a change I have to order a new proof. I forgot to fix something, didn't realize it 'til too late - so I'm going to have to order another proof. I don't need three copies of my book lying so if someone who does not already have it would like it, just drop me a comment. Taken.

Now, screw it. I'm making coffee. Otherwise I'll be sitting here asleep at my desk.

The basic idea is all Sammikins. She told me "this sounds like it would work well in DwtD. You should do it."

Mine is but to obey ^__^

Only the first couple pages.

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I made it clear I wasn't in the mood to talk. I said I wasn't feeling well. If after all the indications and statements I gave you, you keep talking to me and I bite your head off? LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TELL YOU DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME.

It's not obvious here, I'm certain, cause A)I'm comfortable writing in a way I will never be speaking and 3) Everyone is braver on the interwebs but I am shy. Painfully shy. There's a lot of shit I simply cannot do as easily as others. Laughing at me and telling me it's easy just makes me feel stupid, and then it makes me hate you for being a fucking jerk.

If you're pissed off with me, and so giving me The Silent Treatment like a five year old? You might at least want to let me know why you're pissed off, cause right now I'm clueless and vastly amused. Punishing me does no good if I don't know why I'm even being fucking punished.

My life would be much more tolerable if the Rain rewrite had not decided a few days ago to hate me and come to a crashing halt. I don't know where I took a wrong turn, I can't fucking figure out what I'm supposed to be doing, and it's making me angry. I'm tired of dropping stories when they run up against a brickwall. I'm not doing fuck anything until Rain cooperates. If I'd done that with Midnight, I would currently not be letting down the person who paid so much money for it.

Bah. Monday fucking sucks, and as per usual when I most need a friend, there is no one around.

And I don't know where it came from, or if there will ever be more. I don't think, and I'm sorry to those who have already asked for more.

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The Graveyard Book totally got to me. That's only the second story in my whole life that made me cry. I loved it. It was also neat that Neil Gaiman read it - nothing could be cooler.

Now to go find something silly and cheerful, before Greg & co show up and wonder wtf is wrong with me.

Working on Saturday is loads less painful when I can work upstairs, alone, and listen to Neil Gaiman the entire time. It was damn near heaven.

I realized today that I have not bought manga in forever. This makes me sad. I used to buy it all the time. I don't even have Crimson Spell Vol. 2, and I just learned recently that Higuiri's Ludwig was licensed *.*

Wish I had money to dump on manga, but sadly I do not. Ah, well. It's not going anywhere. It'll still be around when I have money for it.

Supposed to be going out, I do not know when, however. Guess I should figure out who to bother about that.

Or take a nap.

Also, I got a package from France! \o/ Except all the packages inside the big package say I can only open each on a X day AND NONE OF THEM ARE TODAY, AND ONE OF THEM IS JAN. 01 AND THIS IS GOING TO DRIVE ME BATSHIT INSANE. Ahahahahaha. ^___^ Thank you, Koneikaa <3

I bought my ticket! Nov 26-Dec 1 I will be with Maile ^____^ Going to Darkover! Yay!

About the only thing I can stand about msnbc is their picture of the week stuff. I wish I was 1337 enough to properly steal it from the adobe flash thing they run, but I am not (nor am I good enough to be using adobe photoshop. I feel like Mickey stealing the wizard's hat), so I just stole it another way. Totally love this picture. Taken by Rodney Lough, I believe.

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I know that no one every means any harm by it, but when the single most common descriptive phrase I hear from people, about me, is "There's something wrong with you," am I not allowed to find it -__- every once in awhile?

Meh.

Ultimately, I do not care. I like me. I just wonder why everywhere I go, that's what people say.

Anyway. I had thought I was going to have a quiet weekend, but it looks like not ^__^ Saturday I work, then I drink lots, and Sunday I am going to look at animals. Somewhere in there, I will finish Kiss the Rain.

Stupid fucking paypal. I told them to use my PNC account as my back up, cause I knew I'd forget to wipe my RBC from it once I closed that account. So what does paypal do? ZOMG RBC DIDN'T WORK WE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO SO NO GRAVEYARD BOOK FOR YOU AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH.

I wish I could just go out tonight to get it, but no roomie about and if I go to wait for the right bus now, I'll be waiting forever and it's getting colder and colder *sigh* No Mine Lord Gaiman for me this weekend--which really sucks, cause it was the one fucking thing to which I really looking forward.

But, there is compensation. I HAVE A PACKAGE FROM FINLAND HOW FSKING AWESOME IS THAT.

America is too insular and ignorant to compete with Europe when it comes to great writing.

Article here

Not that it ultimately matters, but it does seem kinda pissy. Grow the fuck up. I've heard them accused of being snotty and elitist before, anyway. I ask you--what's the point of lauding a book as zomgthebest if all of fifteen people in the world have read it?

Was bored this morning, and did not feel like working, so I formatted Always There to look like the new Fairytales edition. That'll be on amazon in a week or two. Will probably do DwtD finally, this weekend, if the edits Sammikins has made don't make me commit seppuku.

I'm seriously sick of the American bashing. I know we've got our flaws and shit, but we're not all ignorant fuckwits who are oblivious to all but ourselves. We have our good points, too. I'm so bloody fucking sorry we're not perfect like the rest of the world, really.

Yesterday was f'ing crazy around the city. Two drug-related homicides-and I'm pretty fucking certain one of them was the craziness I saw yestserday on my home-and a crazy ass accident on 71. Then some non-fatal shootings. Dear Cincinnati, please to be taking up quilting or something.

Argh, do not want to go to work.

Ordered a new power cord for my laptop, so I have that to take to work with me on Saturday.

I'm going, I'm going.

BAMM shipped my copy of The Graveyard Book ^__^ So I'll probably get to read that this weekend.

Now I just have to resist the audio version, but I already feel so f'ing guilty about the money I've spent -and the plane ticket I still have to buy - that I'll probably resist for quite a bit.

I'm so excited. Neil Gaiman pwns all.

Dear Monday,

Please be a good day, and the start of a good week.

Sincerely,
Megan

Though, if it winds up sucking, I am 17% away from having Dexter Season 2 *cackle* And I also have Supernatural 2 & 3 to slog through. So I can start on 4. I totally fail at watching TV.

Am sorely tempted not to do overtime this coming Saturday, but we'll see-it's seriously helping me to pay off my credit cards and crap.

Have some more Kiss the Rain rewrite.

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