Megan Eli

You're so lovely ;w; <3

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:18:05 -0500

YOU’RE lovely! <3

doctorrose-andotherfandoms: autumnsawsbucks: mrsmelchiorgabor: ...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:01:44 -0500

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.

meganeli: megan-eli: meganeli: I’ve needed a drink for like 3 hours but I’m too lazy to get up...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 16:55:43 -0500

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! :)

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.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 16:53:00 -0500

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!

If you're following me post-221B Con...

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 16:32:15 -0500

You should really be following megg33k. That’s my fandom blog! <3

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

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 11:06:03 -0500

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?

If you've seen me liking your 221B Con intro post...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 01:31:41 -0500

That’s because I’m going. And I can’t “like” from my fandom blog URL. I’m also megg33k. We should totally meet. Message me to make this possible.

What do you guys want to read in your original fiction? What makes you want to spend money on a book?

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:27:41 -0600

megg33k:

Call it market research. Call it morbid curiosity. Call it what you like. Just help an author out!

Also, what sort of marketing appeals to you?

It’s an important question that needs honest answers. ♥

Student Photographer: Trae JonesThis photo was entered by...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:15:19 -0600

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?”

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:11:59 -0600

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?

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:10:44 -0600

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…

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:09:22 -0600

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…

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:08:31 -0600

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…

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:07:29 -0600

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'

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 01:07:30 -0600

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! ♥

kevlartsar: the second amendment should be the right to bare...

Sat, 26 Jan 2013 14:58:17 -0600

kevlartsar:

the second amendment should be the right to bare vaginas.

no wait what

A Fairy Tale - Part 1

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 17:43:20 -0600

megg33k:

Chapter 1: And You’d Like Me to Steal One for You?

Part 1 of 2

Once upon a time, in the magical, ancient world of modern day Chicagoland, there stood a magnificent castle in the Kingdom of Moreng. The sun shone brightly, the birds chirped, and the kingdom’s subjects happily went about their normal, everyday lives. From a distance, the traditional grey stone castle stood stoic and looked much like it had gone completely unchanged for centuries, complete with battlements rising from the roofline and bits of sky peeking through the crenels. Inside the castle walls, however, it was a very different story. At first glance, one might be too distracted by the customary tapestries, expensive hand-woven carpets, and elegant furnishings to notice modern subtleties, but they were certainly there. A closer look would reveal phone chargers snaking out from behind the heavy, mahogany appointments, top of the line computers hidden away in gothic armoires, and large flat panel televisions hung like art. Though expansive, it was a fairly quiet place with only minimal staff and plenty of intimate spaces to maintain a good deal of privacy, which was often needed.

Even with sufficient privacy, those closest to the Crown couldn’t help but notice the almost palpable tension. King Leonidas, a man of great power but questionable intelligence, was growing frustrated. Nearly forty years old, he wanted desperately for an heir to his throne. He was unreasonably vain about his stature and appearance, both average at best, and thought it only fitting to pass on his self-proclaimed rugged good looks and exceptional aptitude for ruling a Kingdom.

His wife, Queen Annabeth, was equally anxious for a child of her very own. Many years earlier, it was foretold she would bear a son, and she agonized waiting for her prince to come. So, at the King’s insistence, they prayed each and every night to the Mighty Stork God, begging him for a child, but to no avail. After many moons had passed with no success, the King eventually called a meeting with his royal advisor, Geoffrey. Geoffrey was tall and slender with sharp features, his dark hair always strategically mussed, quirky, highly intelligent, quick witted, and quite handsome. If he had any noticeable downfall, it would undoubtedly have been the speed at which he moved.

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lifesonebigpuzzle: someoneisstrugglingtobefree: eatmekissmefuck...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 10:50:24 -0600

lifesonebigpuzzle:

someoneisstrugglingtobefree:

eatmekissmefuckme:

THIS.

This should be on every billboard across the world until people truly understand it’s meaning and everyone accepts everyone else as equals

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megg33k: I wish it for myself, for my followers, and for the...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 09:11:15 -0600

megg33k:

I wish it for myself, for my followers, and for the lovely person who posted it. May the stories we write in 2013 be our best yet!

I'm finally back to editing (more like rewriting) 'Come Out With Me'...

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 06:49:12 -0600

Release date will be announced when I’ve made enough progress to have a reasonable estimate. Thanks for sticking with me and being patient. <3