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It’s heeeerrrrreeeee!

by Myg on May 23, 2010

You want to read it, right? Right?

Okay, well let me explain a little about it.

It is a Twilight fan fiction. That’s right. A Twilight. Fan. Fiction.

It’s intended for:

  • Adults, women  probably, who love Twilight
  • Adults who love the idea of  a vampire romance fantasy story but didn’t like Twilight so much
  • Those of us who devoured Twilight but had to tell our inner literary critics to STFU the entire time (this is the category I fell into).

What if Twilight was written for grown women instead of teen girls? By me?

Osa Bella is the answer. If you are curious, please check it out over at Twitarded and leave a comment. If you’d like a .pdf and a bunch of geeked out extras, you can visit Osa Bella at home here.

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Where my head’s been at. (unpretty, but true)

by Myg on May 21, 2010

Oh my, it’s been a whole motherfucking month since I’ve posted here? Shy of six days, an entire month? What can I say?

I have been writing a fan fiction novel on Twilight. Writing this thing has been totally absorbing. And educational. On many levels. And it has been a great bit of escapism, one of my greatest escapes of all time. One thing I now know about myself? I can write a novel. It would be nice if I’d write one that wasn’t using someone else’s intellectual property, sure. But at least I wrote one.  And those of you who are curious to read it will get your chance starting tomorrow over at Twitarded.

It’s called Osa Bella and it was written for women who read the Twilight saga and/or saw the films (men too, if they are so inclined) and fell hard for the romance between Edward and Bella but had this nagging voice in the back of their mind saying, would a character as fantastic (and old) as Edward Cullen really want to be with a high school chick? Really?

I work with high school girls, and I can tell you, he would not.

So this story is basically Twilight, but with the twist that Edward meets Bella when she’s an adult. She’s lived a little. Has some baggage. And some other shit happens. Also, sex. Not as much as other fanfics. This story is not about lemons. But there are some lemons in key places where they need to be.

No analysis for you as to why I’ve been obsessively writing this. There are two reasons. 1. It was fucking fun and absorbing, like a good paper towel or feminine hygiene product. 2. It gave me a break from grieving. Forgive my spotty mood from here on out. I think it’s gonna be awhile before I right myself completely.

Also. FFFOOORRRKKKSSS. I am going.  I can’t believe it, but I am going. September 30th, with the Twitarded family. It will be insane. And you should come. Hit the Twitarded link for details.

Love, cupcakes, and lots of good “hey, it’s the weekend!” sex with your loved one.

Myg

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I’m sorry Stephenie

by Myg on April 13, 2010

I’m sorry, Stephenie Meyer.

I’ve trashed you here a few times for being a bad writer. I know, I’m late to a very big party.  And I also know that you have a gazillion dollars in the bank from the royalties, have probably had tea with Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart and throngs upon throngs of adoring followers who will buy and read anything you ever write. So you must not give a shit about what one sort of bitter woman in NJ would write, right?

Well, today I got to thinking about all that and how I would feel if it was me. Because, Stephenie Meyer, I am writing a fanfic for Twilight that is reaching epic proportions (okay, not saga length, but big for a fanfic) and I hope to get it out there in the world soon and am now realizing that people might actually read it, and what if somebody out there thinks I suck as a writer?

Because I’m telling you now, somebody will.

And if I read “she sucks!” even just one time, it won’t matter if thousands of people love it. I will obsess about that hate. Because that’s my nature.

Stephenie, if that’s your nature too, let me tell you how sorry I am. I really mean it.

Let me tell you something else.

I love Twilight. I read this at a point in my life when I really, desperately needed a fantasy to escape into so I could forget some very painful real life shit that was going down. I became absorbed, wholly, in your world.

Thank you for creating that world for us. I don’t care how flawed it is, honest. It brought me a lot of happiness and it inspired me to write over 100,000 words (and counting) of my own version of this tale. And my writing, I promise you, is not going to wow anyone with any kind of love of literature.

Today when Billy Burke stopped by (omfg, he didn’t, no, yes he did) Twitarded, (the most excellent Twilight related blog on the net), I realized that sometimes famous people read the shit that’s written about them in blogs. If I was famous, I know I would. And I would be bothered, too much, by the criticism.

I’m not saying it’s unfair, or somehow not right, or not useful to criticize icons of popular culture such as Twilight. I’m just saying that I don’t want to make you feel bad, Stephenie. And I know you will never in a million years read this, and even if you did, you would not likely give a shit. I would certainly hope not.

But just in case, I want you to know I’m sorry for the smack talk about your writing. And I want you to know that I thank you, a lot, for Twilight.

Love,

Myg

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Movers, shakers.

by Myg on January 6, 2010

Sit STILL!

Do you know how many drafts of unfinished blog posts I have sitting in my wordpress dash? Three hundred fourty eleven. Truth be told, I don’t even know, but it’s a lot.  I’ve had a lot to say, but as yet have been unable to say it. Therefore, a bullets post.

  • Dude, you have no idea how busy I’ve been, what with the show, the holidays, a crazy amount of work to finish by year’s end and all that parenting stuff. You probably do know, but you may not know what an added layer of insanity the show was. I’m talking about being up every night until 1am or so practicing my guitar through headphones so I could possibly not suck after not playing for so long. The sleep deprivation reminded me of how much I need sleep to not just be an asshole to everyone. Up until 1am is not so bad until you remember your kids are up at 7am every day, NO MATTER WHAT, unless it’s today and they’re up at 6 for no god damned reason. And I know – we are lucky that our kids sleep like this. The question is, are we stupid for playing a show when we have no time to play our guitars?
  • Stupid or not, here we come.
  • I don’t know what that means in terms of us playing future shows. Don’t read into it.
  • …
  • Do you see that picture above? Those monsters are my sons, Doot and Bing. They will be a year old on the 22nd of this month. I cringe when I think of it. They are SO BIG (\0/). 
  • Every day I whisper quietly into their soft hair, “Can you stay my baby just a little while longer? Please?” I try not to say it audibly most of the time because I don’t want them to grow up with a complex. I don’t *really* want a 35 year old Doot and/or Bing living with me or off me. Okay, that’s a lie. I secretly dream of having my kids live with me forever and that at least one of them will get some girl pregnant in high school so I can marvel at a grandbaby while I can still walk without a cane. I’m actually not even sure if I’m kidding about that.
  • That’s fucked up.
  • Doot has 8 teeth. Bing has 2 and a half.
  • They eat EVERYTHING. They are great eaters. Messy as shit though.
  • This post is so ”eh” right now I’m going blind.
  • Fuck it, I’m posting it anyway.

It was nice to see you again. Thanks for reading.

Oh, and a little PS bullet, that has nothing to do with this post.

  • To my friend, Ms. Snarkier Than You over at Twitarded, OH MY GOD. I’m incredulously doped up on Twilight (the book). I made Alex (Mr. Wisermom) go out and buy me New Moon last night (which I haven’t seen yet, even though some innocent yet asshatish youngster told me the ending yesterday when she saw I was reading Twilight. Doh!) because I was getting too close to the end and, ugh, how can I be sagaless? As soon as I post this, I’m closing my office door and busting out New Moon. I need some “me” time.

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