Power to the People

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,


GusGus Update


I got to meet GusGus today. He now has a name: Landon. He’ll always be GusGus to me. He is the sweetest little chunk. I’m telling you, 8lbs of pure cuddlebug. He loves being swaddled and he seems pretty even tempered so far.

That's Landon's mom.

That’s Landon’s mom.

I wanted to thank everyone who took time out of their day to say a prayer or think good thoughts on Landon’s behalf. This morning I was informed that the heart valve issue is correcting itself and the valve is closing. Landon will not need surgery.


He’s spending one more night in the hospital – NOT IN THE NICU! – to bring down his biliruben levels, which is why he’s got his shades on there. As soon as he was done eating, it was back in the tanning bed.


Look at that tiny foot! Gah! I’m so in love with this little sweetheart. I’m going to see him on Wednesday and bring his parents some homemade meals they can put in the freezer (and do whatever chores his mom needs help with).

So again, thank you all for your good thoughts and well wishes. Landon is doing very well and we are all eternally grateful and blessed that he was a short stay in the NICU.

I’m going to go stare are his cute face some more. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your Sunday!

GusGus Has Arrived

This sweet little boy came into the world this morning sometime between 5 & 6. He still doesn’t have a name but I’m calling him GusGus after the fat mouse in Cinderella. He’s my cousin’s son. Her first baby. We knew before he was born that he had a deformity in his aorta. We knew that he was going to need an ultrasound at birth to determine just how severe it is. Everything looked fine. He’s fed and he’s needed diaper changes. His color is good. He’s 8lbs and 5oz of pure cuddlebug. 

He’s also in the NICU now. I’m not sure what happened to cause the transfer. He’s not on life support, his heart didn’t stop or anything like that. I’m pretty sure he’s breathing on his own. His poor mother is scared out of her mind and exhausted from the whole birth process. Right now his grandmother, my aunt, is looking into cardiologists here in Chicago that would be willing to accept him as a patient. Odds are, this little angel is going to need surgery. 

I don’t like asking people to pray because I don’t like to assume anyone’s religious beliefs, but I am a huge believer in the power of positive energy influencing a person’s ability to heal and the universe giving back good things when you put good out there. So if you wouldn’t mind thinking good thoughts for this little guy, I would be ever so grateful. 

Thank you.

Mysterious Ways

Alright, so yesterday I was engaged in a conversation with a friend in regards to someone we follow on Facebook. If y’all don’t know who Chris Crocker is, I would strongly advise looking up his videos. A lot of them are really funny and we both get a big kick out of how sassy he is. Lately, things have taken a rather dramatic turn for him and he’s getting some backlash over his decision to have some cosmetic procedures done. Because of that, he’s taken to making videos to call out the haters.

Yeah, he's the "Leave Britney alone!" guy who was having a total meltdown when Britney Spears was a decade ago.

Yeah, he’s the “Leave Britney alone!” guy who was having a total meltdown when Britney Spears was a decade ago.

So my friend and I were discussing how close we were close to unfollowing his page until the bullshit blows over. I don’t like getting caught up in internet drama. It’s silly and a pretty big waste of time, in my humble opinion.

Over the years I’ve had to learn to deal with people who are nasty to me because they can be. They can hide behind an anonymous review and say hateful things for no reason other than they feel entitled to it. Learning how to deal with that negativity isn’t easy. It’s one of the risks I take by posting the things I post. I had to come to accept that not everyone is going to love everything I do and I can’t make everyone happy. Sometimes a negative reaction is a good thing, depending on the reason why it’s negative.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not victim blaming here. What I am saying is that writers, entertainers, bloggers, vloggers and anyone else who put themselves or their product out there has to take responsibility and own the things they post or present. If someone throws shade at you, so be it. No one likes it (except the drama queens, but this post isn’t for you lol), but it’s part of making yourself a public figure. You have to expect that at some point someone is going to have something vile or downright nasty to say to you.


How you choose to handle it is up to you. Chris has chosen to clap back through videos and comments on those videos. I don’t know if I agree with what he’s doing, but that’s his choice. He needs to handle it how he needs to handle it. It’s my decision whether or not I choose to stick around and watch. I’d like it if he just let it go, but that’s not up to me.

So then this morning, just as I’m about to get in the shower after my yummy breakfast of cinnamon vanilla pancakes with blueberries on the side, I get an email. I swear, it’s like the Lord is testing me on the things I said to my friend yesterday. I got a scathing, mean review from some anonymous person on the first chapter of Full of Grace (which was nominated as an all-time favorite story in this year’s Fanatic Fanfics Multifandom Awards, by the way).


Immediately I spammed the review because I’m not the type of author who needs to have my friends go harass someone for me. The drama is unnecessary, in my opinion. I’m just too old for that shit.

Once the shock wore off over what was said, I contemplated email this person back because WordPress gives a commenter’s email and IP address to the owner of the blog every time they comment. It wasn’t an email address I recognized, nor a screen name. So I have no clue who this person might be. Regardless of all that, I went through several drafts of things to say to this person, but deleted them all.

Why? Well, because I decided that this person, whoever they are, has already made up their mind about me. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck what they think of me. This person knows nothing about me. They chose one story, read one chapter, and decided they had me all figured out. Okay. Cool story, bruh.


I thought about the things that I just got done saying about how Chris was handling haters and I decided I had a choice. So I took screenshots of the nasty review that was sent to me, and I forwarded them to Missy, Wifey, and my friend I was talking to yesterday, who we’ll just call Mrs. Dixon (ol’ girl has the biggest crush on Norman Reedus ever). My initial thought was revenge, because that would be so much better than emailing them, cussing them out.

Instead, after talking with Mrs. Dixon and Missy I came to another conclusion. Missy suggested I email my new Annie Wilkes with the lyrics to Eminem’s “Puke“, but I don’t need that person having my email address. Mrs. Dixon, on the other hand, suggested I reply with Taylor Swift lyrics. Now, I don’t know too many Taylor Swift songs. I kind of make it a point not to. But as soon as she mentioned Taylor, something popped in my head. It made me laugh, which, in turn, made me feel better about this garbage heap of a situation.

So rather than hating on this person who had nothing better to do today than be mean to me, I’m going to dedicate this in their honor. Wherever you are, I hope you’re having a wonderful day.




Happy Birthday KJWRIT!

Okay, so this year I thought I’d get a jump on Wifey’s story. Way back in February I was like, “I have the perfect plot, and this is going to be done way before Wifey’s birthday!” And what happened? That plot turned out to be a turkey. I started working on it but when I went in to read it a few weeks ago I had no fucking clue what the end game was. So I had to start over. Since my birthday is a mere ten days before hers, of course there was that reminder going off in the back of my head that Wifey’s was coming up soon too. I tried a couple of different things but none of it was working. So then this happened.


Of course I had no idea what that song was because I up until I searched YouTube for it, I’d never heard a Demi Lovato song. Then of course I was like oh sweet, she picked something angsty. All these dramatic images of a lovelorn Sookie filled my mind, and yet, I couldn’t get a single word out about it. I tried for like two days and there was just nothing happening. And then there was a blessing from plot bunny heaven that got me started on the path I ended up staying on.


That nugget of Skarsporn really helped to cement the scruffy Eric I had in mind. Please feel free to keep that pic as reference for when Sookie starts up with her random humping on Eric. I mean honestly, how could you not? I would.

So anyway, I knew this wasn’t going to be a short one shot, but that’s okay. Truthfully, I could probably flesh this out a bit more and turn it into a full story, but I’m happy with how it is. I broke it up into two parts just in case you can’t read it all in one sitting.

As for Wifey, I hope that your mom isn’t driving you too crazy. If she is, give her more meds or maybe take some yourself. Happy birthday my dear friend!

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Just A Head’s Up

In addition to being Cinco de Mayo tomorrow, it is also my beloved Wifey’s birthday. As is customary for us, I have written her a one shot. Only this one shot just refused to end, so it’s really more like a short story. If it’s possible, I’m going to post it all in one go. I’m warning you now that the story is almost 19,000 words. It’s a beast, but I really love it and I hope you all will too. I just sent it over to Wifey to give her a chance to read it before it goes live. Keep your eyes out for another post tomorrow.

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SUMMARY: Sookie’s a single mom of a four-year-old girl who has struggled to get her baby daddy to take part in their daughter’s life. She’s pretty sure she’s doomed to end up forever alone. Then Eric Northman walks into the salon she works at and gives Sookie the hope she was about to let die.

May cause toothaches.

Farewell Fanfiction

No, I’m not retiring. You can breathe.

I am, however, bidding a fond farewell to fanfiction.net. Why? Well, there are several reasons. Primarily that I just don’t post there anymore. I don’t see the point of keeping that account open when it’s really pretty useless to me. I don’t get reviews there very often anymore. Usually I get PMs from random people bitching at me because their links suck and don’t reroute people here.

So to save myself the headache of those messages, buh bye. I know, I know, but Meg you could just turn off PMs. Yes, that’s true. I could turn off the PMs. It still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t post there. I haven’t posted there in well over a year at this point. It’s more like two, possibly three.

Additionally, and I this is where I had a bit of a struggle, I don’t want to deal with FFN admins, stories being pulled, or that massive thundercunt who has been trolling just about everyone I love in this community. I know, we’re not supposed to let the terrorists win. The thing is, I’m fresh out of fucks to give about that.

See? Eric gets me.

The simple truth is, I don’t want to deal with the shit. If that means I close the account I don’t use anyway, so be it. This troll is going to continue to push its agenda regardless. It’s targeting a blog that isn’t even on that site so…

Like dumbass trolls who try police a website’s policies with examples from a completely different website that has nothing to do with the other one. Fuckwit.

So that’s my decision. I am currently working on pulling everything down. I’m sad to lose all of the wonderful reviews I have gotten over the years. Well, I have them all saved in my email. My inner hoarder likes that they’re all organized on FFN, even if I never go back and read them. They’re just little reminders of good times and some not so good.

But for those of you think the troll is surviving all of this unscathed, that is not the case. Wifey alerted me to some shit going down so I took a little looksie purely out of curiosity. What? I’m a bitch who likes gossip. Sometimes. What I found was this (a report from the Anti-Plagiarism Reports Forum) and this (a growing list of stories that It has reported for elimination). I’m a little offended that the only story of mine to make the cut was a cowrite with Scribeninja. I know I have way more smut than that to offer.

Based on what I read in the comments (not that I want to drive Its traffic up over there) legal action is being taken against this person for the plagiarism. Obviously the admins over there are not too thrilled with the Troll’s decision to plagiarize in some feeble attempt to make a point about rule breaking by breaking rules. It’s hypocrisy at its finest and it succeeded in getting approximately zero stories removed from the site, at least as far as I know. Help Me Remember will be leaving by my choice and not some nazi admin’s.

So that’s it. I’m done with Fanfiction.net.

That said, I am going to do my best to get everything posted here but it’s a time consuming thing to do. It’ll be a work in progress like everything else in my life. I’ll do the best I can.

You’re all beautiful and I adore you.



I’m Having A Quandry

Okay so it was brought to my attention by RedJane12 that a one shot I co-wrote with Missy Dee for our Dirty Lemons page had been plagiarized by this lovely NO MA ALLOWED person. My gut reaction was to tell her I wasn’t going to bother clicking the link she had provided for me that would allow me to see exactly what was going on. I was good. I didn’t click the link and I didn’t get involved. I figured I don’t need that kind of frustration and nothing I say is going to stop a troll from trolling. The more attention you feed a troll, the trollier it gets.

But then yesterday my curiosity got the better of me. I decided I could go and take a look just to see what all the fuss was about. It was also brought to my attention that Angela was on the list of smut writers he/she had targeted for public stoning and had referred to her as a “dead smutty bitch” or something of that nature. It could have been “smutty dead bitch”. Either way, that didn’t sit well with me at all. I wasn’t close to Angela but we did trade comments back and forth, both on our works and on Facebook. From what I can tell, she was a very nice woman with a fantastic sense of humor. Regardless of whether or not I was a die hard fan of hers, I respected her work and the time/effort she put into it. Her death was tragic in many ways and for someone to make light of that… I just couldn’t abide it.

What can I do about it? Nothing. By the time I got to check out NO MA ALLOWED’s profile, he/she had already changed it to remove that little bit of nastiness. The excerpt from Little Red Wagon had been removed from her page and in place of the stories that had been plagiarized were “author’s notes”, ironically also against the policy of Fanfiction.net but apparently rules don’t apply to trolls.

I must be getting mellow in my advancing age because what I saw in those notes didn’t make me angry like they might have even a year or two ago. What I saw there made me actually kind of sad. I don’t know the backstory behind this person or what caused them to lash out so badly at people they don’t even know for reasons that don’t make a whole lot of sense, but it’s pathetic. I suppose living in a country where there are mass shootings almost on a daily basis makes you put things in perspective. I have bigger fish to fry than what some troll thinks about internet smut.

Purely out of a need to feed my own curiosity I went to look at the “reviews” that were left behind. Not too surprisingly, a lot of them were guest reviews. Some of them were sarcastic and biting; some threatened to report the troll for their violation of TOS; some were downright vulgar and offensive. There were few comments that were worded kindly and attempted to be nice to a person who, quite honestly, doesn’t seem to have much kindness in their heart.

The reviews I saw made me sad. I know, I know, a lot of people would probably say she doesn’t deserve kindness or to be treated nicely. I’m not going to judge the people who left anonymous reviews calling her a cunt or telling her she needs to get laid to “fuck the bitch out of her”. I’m no one’s mother and we’re all adults here. At least we should be. If you’re under eighteen and reading smut on the internet, there’s nothing I can do to stop you. But I digress… The reviews made me sad. Why? Well, there’s a part of me that would like to think we’re better as a fandom than to stoop to her level of name calling and childishness. There’s also the possibility that you win over more flies with honey than vinegar but trolls are rarely won over and I know that.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a few choice words for her myself. What I was surprised by was that I didn’t want to log in and leave her a rant in defense of my work. I didn’t want to leave some snarky guest comment that said, “Fuck you and the dick you rode in on.” Instead, I looked to see who was on her hit list. I recognized a lot of those names. A lot of those authors are women that I have become friends with. We send Christmas cards, birthday presents, Skarsporn, help each other’s kids with school projects because we live in different parts of the country and we talk about our lives outside of fanfiction. These women have become a fantastic resource in my writing and also personally.

I was more hurt by this than I was angry. In case it’s gone unnoticed over the years, I don’t like to see my friends being attacked by others. Maybe it’s my Mother Hen Complex or the Taurus in me that gets all fired up and ready to stampede any fool unfortunate enough to wake the sleeping bull inside me. I don’t know if that list is sitting on her profile because she thinks it’s going to bring shame to the writers who are on it, but I can tell you now – and I’m fairly certain I speak for all of the authors on it – that they are fresh out of fucks to give. All of my fucks are tied up in other things.

Thinks that matter. You know, like gun control, women’s rights, the incredible fuck up that is our healthcare system in America, climate change, homeless veterans, starving children… the list goes on and on and on. I simply don’t have any fucks to spare for this person who had decided that internet smut is the best use of her energy and voice. I’m more concerned about cyber bullying and the posting of revenge porn than a group of authors who are writing imaginary porn. Maybe I just have my priorities straight? I don’t know.

In the end, I’m sticking by my decision not to feed the troll. I read Wifey’s fic response to Marie Antoinette and while it made me laugh, I’ve decided I’m not going to waste my time or energy dedicating work to her. What will it accomplish? A year ago it might have made me feel better. Now I’m just kinda shrugging it off and getting on with my day.

Before I go, though, I do want to say thank you to those that jumped up in our defense. I can’t speak for all of the writers out there but I know  for me your support is greatly appreciated. Your encouragement, reviews and sometimes your publicity mean the world to me. I would write no matter what but it is positively wonderful to be able to engage with the readers and answer their questions when they have them. That’s something that professional writers don’t always get to do. I feel incredibly blessed that so many people have continued to follow my work and grow with me in the time that I have been in the fandom. Sometimes I think I take it for granted.

I’m an old timer now. I looked at that list and some of those names I didn’t even recognize. It’s been a long time since I’ve published anything on fanfiction.net and for good reason. Hell, not a single word from Dirty Lemons has ever been published over there and yet we made the list. I guess that means we’re special, huh?