Just that – and it’s a nice (massive) Part, too, so walk the dog, go pee, make a good snack (nothing healthy, please – this is all meant to be fun!), and grab something cool (or warm for any Southern Hemmi readers out there) ’cause this one goes on a bit.
…or something. This is just me letting you guys know that I’m only a day or three away from the next ON part (depending on that interferin’ RL thing).
Do y’all give a shit about word counts? If you do, right now it’s at 6,708 (and growing) according to Word (WP counts differently for whatever reason). If you don’t, unread that last sentence; I’ll wait.
Anyway, here’s an un-final-FINAL-drafted wee teaser for ON, 4th N, Pt. 4…aka: One Night, The Fourth Night, Part 4 iffin you wanna be all official an’ shit… You know the drill: the following is subject to minor/possibly major/whatever changes before posting. (Bits and pieces of this Part keep magically disappearing – might wanna keep this for posterity cause technology keeps fucking with me…)
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You know how Sookie likes to be in charge? Well, that was the problem with this chapter and why it took so long to write. I forgot that…Sookie likes to be in charge. Brilliant, right? Shaddup. Anyway, when I got bright and shut the hell up up and let her speak, BAM – here ya go! Eric, naturally, had to chime in at the end, though, so there’s that. (Can’t keep a good Viking quiet for TOO long, now can we?)
Hope you enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!
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And thanks as always to the fantastic Gyllene for the gorgeous banner above and to Kittyinaz for the gorgeous banner above the chapter! These two amazing ladies aren’t just truly talented banner-makers – they’re brilliant writers, too, so check them out!
Enjoy the chapter!
~Mer
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Typing fast, hella thunderstorm RAINING DOWN RIGHT ON MY HEAD (well, loudly on the roof of my house)…so here, catch! There’s the usual tiny bits of humor in this Part but BEWARE the BITS OF SECONDARY PLOT as they creep up/spring out at’cha, so…keep an eye out! Enjoy!
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*diving for cover…send coffee, donuts, grilled cheeses, and reviews*
~Mer
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Now you can’t say you haven’t heard a peep out of me, right? *glances around room*
Anyway, RL, blah blah blah – hey, do you want a teaser for One Night – The Fourth Night – Part 3??
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED YET – I just wanted to let you guys know/give you visual proof that I am, in fact, actively working on it. I won’t say anything about the three OTHER versions of this chapter I’ve already written then tossed. Nope. Not a word about I’d get so far into the chapter then decide it wasn’t good enough/didn’t feel right/sucked ass and hit that lovely delete key.
See? Not a word…about murdering my own words. *sigh* (This totally counts as “suffering for your art”, btw.)
Anyway, at some point in the near-to-faaaar future the rest of this chapter will magically appear before your very, um, inbox. There is more written than I’m posting as a teaser – hey, a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets, right – I just wanted to give y’all a bit of proof since it’s been a while. You know the rules – the material is subject to change, corrections/additions/substitutions may be made, read it again when it’s actually posted to be sure, etc.
But yeah, here: catch!
Wait, no, um…where were we?
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With as much grace as he could muster under the slightly painful and highly frustrating circumstances, Eric followed his silently smirking Maker out of the house to the burgundy SUV somehow ready and waiting at the top of the circle. As he folded himself into the vehicle with a grimace, he had to be glad of the additional leg-room provided by the SUV’s design and wanted to think he had successfully hidden his…discomfort.
Sookie’s impromptu hair petting session had left his pants tighter than comfort would allow but unfortunately that wasn’t a new thing where she was concerned.
For fuck’s sake… Why, after a literal millennia, am I suddenly so susceptible to one woman’s touch? Why? Granted during my toddler years…so easily excitable…but that was then…! I’d gotten over that, surely? Untried 15-year-old boy now… Ugh! Down through the ages…the most beautiful women…the loveliest maidens…could choose at will… Never had a problem performing, could go for nights on end, but could easily turn from such distractions when I wanted or needed to… Now…now all one little shit – a fucking virginal shit at that although she had to have known exactly what she was doing…all she has to do is run a dainty little fingertip down my ear and I’m fucking toast… Could it be the fairy allure? Doubt it…that would lead to draining more than fucking, although that could be part of it… No, this is all…her…no desire to drain her, only to fuck her senseless…
Godric remained silent as he drove them toward Dallas proper. Normally he enjoyed a bit of speed to liven up any drive – vamping, as the young ones called it, was much more preferable, but what can you do? -but he proceeded more sedately to give his child a chance to reclaim the necessary facade.
Sookie…what a cheeky brat! And so perfect for his complicated progeny! Buy his child a treat indeed…small bouncy balls sounded more appropriate by the minute.
He’d most certainly heard what had taken place between Eric and Sookie both during his telephone – annoying things, those – conversation and thereafter. Sookie would likely have been mortified if she’d known…the child had yet to understand just how powerful vampire senses could be. She would learn in time, though.
Vampires never had the luxury of not knowing. Whether for better or worse, from the time of their first rising there would always be few secrets of a physical nature between vampires in close proximity one to the other even when they didn’t share a familial bond; that bond simply ensured that were far fewer secrets.
It was necessary for survival and he had routinely thanked whatever gods there might be for it’s existence especially during Eric’s baby and toddler years, but the night a vampire was made was the night any hope of privacy died.
Unless the progeny suddenly became Makerless; it happened. Regardless, with age came knowledge of how to limit most perceptible physical responses, and with age also came knowledge of how to limit what passed from one familial vampire to the other.
Just now the spikes of confusion, frustration, and curiosity bombarding him from his progeny were, however, incredibly entertaining.
He sensed when Eric finally reclaimed a few of his more important mental processes although he couldn’t hold a bit of night-dreaming against the boy.
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So…there ya go. I still exist, this story is still under construction, allergies suck, and I know of at least one litter box that needs de-clumping. Oh, the joy.
Have a great weekend,
~Mer
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I would very much like to thank you guys for your patience (whether you wanted to have it or not) – it really does mean a lot to me! And, on that note and without further ado and other such clichés as are appropriate, catch!
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I hope you guys like!! Assuming the universe is all kind and shit I’ll maybe actually even get a chance to (hopefully) reply to (hopefully) all your (hopefully) kind comments on this chapter (hopefully).
Hopefully.
I hate when I can’t because you guys are great.
*sigh*
Enjoy!
Let me know what you think, and have a great one (the “one” being entirely up to you, natch…).
~Mer
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Dearest Darling Readers-Mine,
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU! YOU ARE STILL MY SWEET AND BELOVED KICK-ASS READER-WARRIORS!!!
RL, however, has decided to interfere with my writing processes to the point that I’m perma-glaring at her ass. The Moon gave me several false starts but at least STC has finally (FINALLY) decided to play nice. I’ve basically given up on EN: ATS and Decisions for right now. They’re the least popular current works so they receive the least enthusiasm so *flibbith*.
But…EVERY DAMN TIME I sit down to even THINK about working on One Night, srsly, something happens. I get interrupted by people with Things That Will Not Wait even though they fucking well could. The dog got sick (she had a 3-day bout of Where The Hell Did This Come From doggy-diarrhea-poos…that was fun…); the cat got super-sick (he ended up staying at the vets for 3 nights/4 days – and it wasn’t a cruise – with a SERIOUSLY bad case of urinary tract crystals and is now on a $uper-$pendy diet and with instructions to keep track more/less of “how many cat pee balls are in his box” to make SURE he’s peeing enough) and, last but not least, *I* got sick (stress/allergies/not enough sleep will do that to ya, young padawan). Srsly, I need a curse breaker pronto!
I still blame the cat pee balls, though (I use clumping litter – cat pees, it clumps).
And then there was Easter. (I have great leftovers for that curse breaker if they need incentive to, you know, magically appear…)
Oy. I need a vacay…
But anyway, STC is coming along so do expect a chapter sooner than later God willin’ and the creek don’t rise/animals don’t get sick/I don’t get sick/The Thing That Will Not Wait can actually fucking wait…postage not included, this space intentionally left blank.
Love and cat pee balls,
Mer
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Here there be vampires! And Fairies! And Godric! Who’s both!!
Heh, enjoy and let me know what you think.
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(And just as a reminder, I’ve posted Chapters 39 and 40 of The Moon, too, in the past week or so, so there’s that, too.)
I didn’t spend many letters typing on and on about Eric and Godric growling and snarling in this chapter because, well, that kind of thing is understood, right? It’s not that I forgot to describe it, right? Nope, that’s not it at all. Much. Carry on…
~Mer
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Ok fantabulous readers-mine, this is for you. You know Sookie’s weird-ass’d cravings and her new-fangled fairy light hands? Remember that teleportative pop to Eric’s side several chapters back?
Enjoy, and lemme know what you think… *evil grin* Beware any horns you might see…
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Of likely interest to many of my readers:
Many English villages and towns were founded by Vikings. (Photo: John Baker/ videnskab.dk)
In the 9th and 10th centuries Norwegian and Danish Vikings crossed the ocean and sailed to the British Isles, and their legacy is still very much alive: Hundreds of place- and personal names of Old Norse origin tell that the Norsemen not only came to plunder, but that many also chose to settle on the isles to the west.
A recently published article in Antiquity, international quarterly journal of archaeological research, suggests that the number of Scandinavians have been larger than previous DNA studies demonstrate: As many as between 20,000 and 35,000 Vikings may have relocated to England.
The Vikings did have a strong influence on the English language, including place- and personal names, which is the linguistic evidence for the high number of settlers, according to the language researchers.
When the Scandinavians arrived in England…
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No excuses, no monologue, just pure chapter semi-goodness! Enjoy!
(Hey, I heard that…)
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First, thank you very much for all your kind words and concern. You guys are the best readers any fanfic writer could ever ask for and you’re mine-all mine-all mine!! Ok, and other writers’, too…but that’s not the point…
Srsly, thank you – I really do appreciate you.
Ok ladies and gennelmen, I’m almost somewhat sort of ready to climb back in the saddle/hit the road running (limping)/pick up where I left off/other euphemisms for “slowly starting to write fanfic again”.
So, which story do you want me to turn my writerly eye toward first (no guarantees but I’d love to hear what you guys want)? Un/fortunately there are several to choose from. Heh, good excuse for (you guessed it) a poll, right? You know my thing for lovely delicious little polls.
IT’S POLL TIME!!!
Didja vote? While I won’t make any promises (I tend not to unless I’m 100% positive I can keep the damn thing), I really would like to know which story/stories you’d most like to have updated first. Encouraging words are being accepted, too. I’m still sore from being kicked by life.
Anyway, hope to hear from you soon. Oh, yeah, and I yet live. And stuff.
~Mer
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This interruption in your daily (nightly? hey, it’s possible) life is just to confirm that yes, I do indeed yet live. Sort of.
While I’m no longer reeling so badly from the death in my family, as a member of the “chronic bronchitis” club, apparently the time has come once again for me to, erm, (try to) cough up my membership dues.
Hacking season is upon me.
This year’s dues have hit pretty hard (I reckon emotional devastation will do that to a body) and honestly, typing and concentration are both kind of hard to accomplish when you’re trying to see what the inside of your spleen looks like.
I’d say I’m barkin’ like a seal but I don’t wanna trigger TOO many SSSSS flash-backs. Ok, I totally do…I admit it…that’s why there’s brain bleach as the final chapter, yo.
In the meantime feel free to browse/re-browse? my collection of one-shots, parodies (proceed with caution with a couple of them…just ask veteran readers), and completed fics. As with any fanfic writer, reviews/re-reviews? are always appreciated (especially when the words are all nice and sweet!), so go for it if you’re so inclined.
Hope you have a great rest-of-your-week…Imma go dope myself up again.
Nyquil, Vicks, ginger/thyme tea, ginger/green tea, Gypsy Cold Care teas (gaaagh…so far the only tasty one is the chamomile but the Throat Coat – horrible violation of licorice’s more pleasant personal properties, y’all – seemed to [vaguely] help my voice [somewhat] try to make another [brief] appearance), hot beef and chicken soups and broths (not mixed; that’s just gross), hot lemon toddies (ok, just one cause ew), and various and assorted remedies have been attempted.
Ok, ok, the Nyquil is actually DAYquil and in tablet form at that – I’m sidelined, y’all, and it’s not nice to torture the sick with *THAT* horrid taste.
Fwiw, I’d be on preddy, better inhalers, and the good chewy cough syrup but my doctor has turned into a fuckwitted jackass and I don’t feel like trying to break another one in just now. I have limited patience at the very, very best of times. This is not one of those times. Also, I hate going to the doctor – I’m positive they have you wait in the communal sickroom hoping you’ll contract something else so you’ll have to come back after it incubates in a vicious never-ending cycle.
So…yeah, that’s where I’m currently at: coughing/hacking/seal-barking limbo. Take your vitamins and get plenty of sleep and don’t be around sick assholes who gleefully and oh-so-generously donate their germs to you like you’re some sort of science project. That’s what the back of the fridge is for.
Yeah, a “slight cold” is what started all this bullshit.
(cough)
~Mer
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Yes.
I don’t want to get too political here because that’s not what this blog is for, but since this blog has the most followers I wanted to share something. If you’re planning on protesting tomorrow, Saturday or any other time please keep the following information handy. It takes just one person to tip the scales from peaceful to violent and then all hell breaks loose. So whatever side of the aisle you’re on, please be safe and peaceful. The message gets lost when heads get bashed.
As far as I’m concerned, Love Trump’s hate.
All my love,
Meg
Due to recent events, my muse has rolled up her flying carpet and taken off into the wild blue yonder. The holidays took their usual chunk of my time and energy, of course, but the real culprit? Long story short, I found out that a beloved family member was diagnosed with cancer and within a week of hearing about it (she’d kept it secret – hadn’t told ANYONE – for a long while), she died.
I’m still reeling.
I hadn’t even gotten used to the idea of her being sick before she’s alluvasudden gone forever.
Devastating.
Erics and Sookies, Godrics and Cara and/or Claudy, Willa…even Sevrin and Stan/Richard…they’re all waiting patiently for my weeping muse to feel safe enough to come back home. (They’re currently playing Monopoly…not sure how that’s gonna go…Eric1 and Eric2 are hogging all the good properties…) Even Andre dropped by and gave me an awkward little shoulder pat before making his excuses. Emma hung out a bit with coffee and sympathy, though – she’s nice like that.
Sevrin just grunted. I think it was consolingly but I’m not sure, but there was a vampire head-nod involved so I guess it was meant well? Godric2 offered to deliver unto me the hearts of my enemies and Cara was nodding her head in agreement just a little too seriously, but it was altogether heartwarming.
Sort of.
Pam flung a spendy bottle of pink nail polish at me and told me to cheer up already.
That Pam…
Anyway, just wanted to check in with y’all and let you know what was up…which is to say, not my mood.
Death sucks even when it’s a well-disguised blessing. Hug your loved ones and keep them close.
As for updates, they’re coming, eventually, when the world rights itself again. I’m working on things as I can, but the results aren’t very coherent yet. It will just take some time, and we all know how the FLM can be, right? She might strike at midnight…or midnight two weeks from now.
(I secretly hope that maybe letting you guys know what’s up will help clear the way for the weeping muse to make her way back home, maybe.)
~Mer
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Hope you guys had a fantastic Christmas and that your New Year will be filled with all things good and happy!!
Here’s hoping every one of you has a very Merry Christmas (for those of you who celebrate it) and/or a fantastic holiday of your choice (if you so choose!) and that all your best dreams come happily true in 2017!
Now that THAT is over with, on with the bla bla bla:
That’s right, laydeez and gennelmen, Chapter 37 of The Moon is finally up! I would offer all kinds of excuses for why this update is so long in coming – same as for the other WIPs not named “One Night” – but while there are a lot of them (and some are quite good, honestly), you’re not here to read whine. I’ll just blame this one on the FLM.
She’s all cool like that. That’s why she gets the big bucks… *snort*
Also, it’s fucking cold here. Just thought you should know that.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Follow her other accounts – you know you ♥ her!
How is it December already? More importantly, what happened to November?
I’ve been forcing myself into the role of being a respectable author, which means taking classes to improve my querying skills (which I hate, just so we’re clear). Nothing makes me more uneasy than selling myself to complete strangers. I’ve spent the last month preparing to query literary agents. They’re hard to find and they all want different things. How do I cope with my anxiety, you ask? I stress-eat and forget to sleep. That’s healthy, right?
Okay, maybe it’s not.
To top it off, today was the first #PitMad I’ve participated in. Four times a year, you can pitch to agents, publishers, and editors who are scrolling through Twitter to find new clients. You get three tweets for the entire day. Three.
No pressure.
If they like your tweet, you submit to them and go to the top…
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Get it while it’s hot!
Thank you for all the lovely comments and reviews on the last Part!! I feel bad for not taking the time to reply as I normally do (which I love doing), but time was limited and I wanted to get this Outtake finished and up while the FLM was cooperating. (*She said “Hi”, btw…well, it sounded more like “send coffee and salty, buttery crab legs”, but I’ll interpret it to have meant a greeting instead…bossy little snot…)
Now, like with most of my fics, this outtake (it’s about the size of two regular chapters in a regular fic) has both funny and more serious stuff. Let me know what you think, though.
Anyway, hope you enjoy:
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So yeah, the FLM decided to cooperate with me for once (I think she just wanted the cherry o’cream cheese pie, honestly, since she’s not usually that willing to work with me and she has a terrible sweet tooth). Hope you guys have had/are having a fantastic Thanksgiving and/or Thursday!
Enjoy, and as usual, let me know what you think. The Alka Seltzers are beside the sink. *Sorry, just ate too much…
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There was other stuff I was going to write here but, well, I forgot what it was. I’m sure it would have been super-witty and/or thought-provoking, though. Have a good one, and enjoy the slightly shorter Part, lol.
~Mer
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Love how the ‘Bangers Anon site recommends some of the best stories and writers! Enjoy the reblog while I finish up my sooner-than-later post… Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Orphaned and ‘unseen’ by her Faery relatives, Sookie isn’t one with a large family, and thankfully, there are the loveable Gran and idiotic Jason to fill some of that void. Though, in some cases, Sookie’s biological family isn’t all they promise to be, and the one she carves for herself through long and loyal friends or in the midst of a variety of Supernaturals, one of whom is, of course, always Eric, may mean just as much, if not more, than the one she was born into. So, during those moments when you’ve had quite enough of your own family, how about living vicariously through Sookie? We can’t help but mention EricIzMine’s “Mutli-verse”, who, without a doubt, lifted the ensemble casts of SVM into a warm bath of family with some of the most impressively written children in the fandom! If all you have time for is a…
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