Megan Eli

An author's blog - A place where I can imagine that someone, someday might be interested in what I have to say!

doctorrose-andotherfandoms:

autumnsawsbucks:

mrsmelchiorgabor:

this is what heterophobia would look like if it was real. if you believe that heterophobia is a real thing that exists, please watch this because you will see that it simply doesn’t exist, that it never has and never will. 

tbh I think everyone should watch this anyway because it’s very clever and very powerful

Just press play.

(Source: mrsmelchiorgabor, via awkwardnessintheimpala)

meganeli:

megan-eli:

meganeli:

I’ve needed a drink for like 3 hours but I’m too lazy to get up and cross the room.

Is it not enough that our names are nearly the same? Must we be the same in personal laziness and lack of motivation too?

I think we’ve found the plot for our film. It’s just us, sitting around and slowly dehydrating/starving to death because we’re too lazy to move.

Sounds like a plan. I’ll start on a script! :)

cloama asked: Hey, I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you more at the roundtable. I was honestly exhausted. I wanted to ask you about your writing. Don't worry I'll be stalking you later. btw, my fanspace is over at TeaAndSolitude.

Oh, darling… don’t even worry. I’m just glad to see you got home. I was worried about your taxi! *hugs*

I was exhausted too… and I probably shouldn’t have even GONE to the roundtable. My mental bandwidth was around ZERO! Ugh.

It was really a pleasure to meet you. I’m following your fanspace now too. Mine, of course, is Megg33k! <3 Thanks for messaging me. You’re welcome to talk to me about writing any time you like! :) You were perfect and lovely. Don’t ever doubt yourself!

meganeli:

I’ve needed a drink for like 3 hours but I’m too lazy to get up and cross the room.

Is it not enough that our names are nearly the same? Must we be the same in personal laziness and lack of motivation too?

Student Photographer: Trae JonesThis photo was entered by Trae’s teacher: Ms. McDowellSources: [x] [x] All paths must end, even those that seem they never will. And, if not end, they will fork to become new paths… which is, in and of itself, an ending of sorts. Though relieving to know the bad can’t last forever, nor can the good. We can mourn it and look back at it fondly, but we can never quite reclaim it exactly as it once was. We must move forward and endure. And, though the bad is unpleasant, it is necessary. Without bad, how would we recognize and appreciate the good? There are two sides to every coin, and so it must be. To quote the Doctor, “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” Roads and paths are full of potholes and sharp turns and sometimes even fiery wreckage, but they are also the way we get from one place to another. And the hardest paths often lead to the most rewarding destinations. If you don’t even know where you’re going yet, then maybe your current path is actually about the journey itself. Perhaps your destination is yet to be determined by how you walk that path and the choices you make. Life is, essentially, the best ‘choose your own adventure’ book  you’ll ever experience. If you make wise and thoughtful decisions, the ending might just blow your mind. And, though I hate to be the one to mention it, the art is amazing!

Student Photographer: Trae Jones
This photo was entered by Trae’s teacher: Ms. McDowell
Sources: [x] [x]

All paths must end, even those that seem they never will. And, if not end, they will fork to become new paths… which is, in and of itself, an ending of sorts. Though relieving to know the bad can’t last forever, nor can the good. We can mourn it and look back at it fondly, but we can never quite reclaim it exactly as it once was. We must move forward and endure. And, though the bad is unpleasant, it is necessary. Without bad, how would we recognize and appreciate the good? There are two sides to every coin, and so it must be. To quote the Doctor, “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” Roads and paths are full of potholes and sharp turns and sometimes even fiery wreckage, but they are also the way we get from one place to another. And the hardest paths often lead to the most rewarding destinations. If you don’t even know where you’re going yet, then maybe your current path is actually about the journey itself. Perhaps your destination is yet to be determined by how you walk that path and the choices you make. Life is, essentially, the best ‘choose your own adventure’ book  you’ll ever experience. If you make wise and thoughtful decisions, the ending might just blow your mind. And, though I hate to be the one to mention it, the art is amazing!

You meet Stephen Hawking. Plot twist: he asks you, “Why?”

Why? WHY? Why the hell not? What else if not this? What exactly is the alternative? Death? What is inherently better about nothing rather than something? And this is something… it is! No one is ever doing nothing. At any given moment, my heart is beating, my lungs are expanding with each breath, blood courses through my veins. My brain is active, neurons firing at an alarming rate. I’m using energy and occupying space. My muscles twitch, my  weight shifts, I blink. Even my most mundane moments of life are infinitely more interesting than an eternity of being dead. I don’t believe there is anything waiting for me on ‘the other side’… This is all we have. And what a tragedy it would be to waste it. Even if I haven’t done anything remarkable, I still hold the potential for future awesomeness. I am, if nothing else, alive… a condition which could change at any moment. And that’s exciting. I meet people, tell stories, affect lives… if only barely, only abstractly. I have the innate ability to try and bring joy to others, whereas my death would only bring pain, if it did anything at all. So, the ‘why’ is easy. Why? Because I can. Because there is literally nothing else. What, Stephen? What if not this? Perhaps it’s not a good answer, but it’s the only one we’ve got. And, truth be told, it’s good enough for me. I’d rather spend my days making the most of the life I have than trying to work out why I have it at all. You can philosophize; I will live.

You find a suicide note dated 6 months ago from someone you know who is still alive. What happens when you confront that person?

If I found a suicide note, it would probably be my bestie’s…

I drive to his house, trembling with anger, the tear-soaked note in my hand, and take a deep breath before I knock. He answers, alive and well, and the rage starts to drain away from me. While the note is a reminder that he considered leaving  me, his living, breathing form is the best reminder that he chose to stay. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face against his shoulder, tears dampening the cotton of his t-shirt. He asks me what’s wrong, but I only cry harder at the sound of his voice. So, he hugs back and tells me that everything is okay even before he knows if that’s true. When we make it to his couch, I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. He asks again what’s wrong, and I hand him the note instead of speaking. He doesn’t bother trying to explain, probably because he knows better than to lie to me, and the truth won’t be a good enough reason. I don’t ask why. I remind him that I love him and beg him to stay, make him promise not to leave me like that. I tell him that I know it’s selfish of me, but I need him to stay. I tell him I can’t deal with the world alone. Who would make me smile when I’d forgotten how? Who else could ever be my ‘shrew’? He tells me not to worry, but I do anyway.He says he was just having a bad day and never really considered doing it. It’s a lie, but it’s one he knows is okay to tell, one I want need to hear. I tell him to call me instead next time, and I mean it. He swears he will, and I hope he means it too.

As a writer, my dream come true would be…

I want to be known for my writing and everything that comes with that recognition. I want people to interrupt me at dinner for autographs. I want to miss my husband, friends, and family when I’m off on a book tour. I want to receive hate mail. I want to affect people… kill their favourite character, make the wrong couple canon, have readers who find symbolism that isn’t there and read into all the wrong things. I want people to be anxious for my next book. I want an inbox so full that I can’t even answer everyone. I want a ‘too much mail’ notice in my PO box. I want to be famous… and I won’t turn down the money that goes along with that either.

The number one goal I want to achieve as a writer is…

Something I’ve already achieved and continue achieving every day. I want to share my words and stories with the world. I want people to know my characters and learn about their lives. I want to make people laugh and cry and smile and rage. I’ve done those things, but I must strive to keep doing them. I must never let myself fear ridicule or scorn. I have to keep making myself available and opening myself up to criticism. I’ve done this, but I strive to do it on an even larger scale. I want to reach more people and develop a fan base. I want to keep trying and hopefully keep succeeding.

My writing group has started a journal trading circle, which I’m a part of…

I’m going to start posting my journaling on here as well as writing it in the journal. If you’re not interested in reading those posts, feel free to block the tag #meggjournals. I will be sure to tag each post with that specific tag. If you do choose to read them, then thanks. Some might even be mildly interesting… maybe! :)

First 5 posts are coming up in a second. ♥

Making progress on ‘Come Out With Me’

The rewrite is more extensive than I’d planned, but the story isn’t changing… just the execution. Doing what I can to give you the best possible product. These characters are my babies,and I must do right by them! ♥