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.

xoxo,

Meg

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?

xoxo,

Meg

 

My Apologies…

I really wanted to get Afferte Vita up today. Unfortunately I have come down with my first cold in about 7 years. Right now I’m playing the fun game of “Eat or Breathe” when I’m not trying to find a sleeping position that is comfortable. I ended up having to start over on Afferte Vita, but I won’t have it ready today like I wanted. As soon as I’m feeling better I’ll be able to dedicate more than a few minutes to it without wanting to nap or rip out my own sinuses.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Halloween!

Xoxo

Meg

The End Days Must Be Approaching…

Hello lovers!

Okay, so here’s the deal. I got this idea for a one shot that I wanted to post for Halloween. I started writing it and really liked the way it was going. Then something truly bizarre and slightly horrifying happened. I heard a Taylor Swift song that doesn’t make me want to punch her in the face or put an ice pick in my ear. This is truly a first. I have been unable to get the damn song out of my head and for once, I actually don’t mind it. I’m actually ashamed of myself for liking the song. I rationalize this by telling myself that it’s not as immature as most of the other songs of hers I’ve heard. To any of you Taylor Swift fans that might be reading this, please don’t take it personally since this is just my opinion of her. I’m not a fan and this song – as much as I unexpectedly like it – isn’t going to turn me into one. I have a whole list of reasons why I don’t like her but I’ll spare you all that particular rant unless you want to hear it and then I’ll put that up on my personal blog instead.

Anyway, Style prompted me to write a fresh one shot and I wanted to tie it into the whole Halloween thing. I wasn’t until I was about halfway through writing Style that I realized it would make a great first part for the one shot I had already started.  So I am going to need to do some rewriting on Afferte Vita, the original one shot I started, in order for it to make sense as a follow up to Style. But since I was able to finish Style tonight, I am hoping I will be able to get part two up for you late Friday night or sometime Saturday.

I’d link you to the video for the song but Taylor doesn’t allow embedding of her videos, so you’ll have to go hit up YouTube yourself if you want to hear the song. If not, I think you’ll do just fine.

Happy reading, kiddies!

Summary: Sookie goes along to Amelia's appointment to meet a psychic. Sookie doesn't want to know anything about her future, but is stunned when Marnie tells her something about her past... And it's not just in regards to this lifetime.

Summary: Sookie goes along to Amelia’s appointment to meet a psychic. Sookie doesn’t want to know anything about her future, but is stunned when Marnie tells her something about her past… And it’s not just in regards to this lifetime.

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I Fail…

Anyone still out there? I know I promised a sequel to Dark Was the Night a few months ago. Things got insane at work. I wrote more about it on my personal blog if you’re interested in reading about that shizz. If you’re not, just please be patient with me. There’s only so many hours in a day and I’m a chick who likes her sleep.

I also realized the other day that I have been a part of this fandom for about six years now. The fact that I still have things to write for these characters is kind of amazing. I owe a lot of that to the music I listen to, the tv shows I watch and even just every day situations going on around me. It also helps that I have made some wonderful friends through this fandom and they are fantastically encouraging and sometimes in the kick in the ass I need. I’m not as active on Twitter as I used to be, or on tumblr, for that matter. I simply haven’t had the time.

I backed away, in part, because I realized that there were people I thought I could trust and they just ended up throwing shade when they thought I wasn’t looking. It’s petty, in my opinion. I don’t need to tear someone else down to make myself feel better about my choices. I don’t need to post thinly veiled blog entries, patting myself on the back for all the changes I’ve made in my life while taking subtle jabs at other people. Some people need that kind of validation and reassurance, I guess. I realize just how hypocritical that entire paragraph is. I just needed to get that off my chest because it’s been bugging the shit out of me for a while now.

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One last thing… I have an idea bouncing around in my brain that would sort of be an homage to the Buffy verse in the way it would be told, assuming I don’t royally fuck it up. I’ve been asked before why I don’t write Buffy fic and the answer is simple: I don’t think I could do those characters justice. It’s not to say that everything in the Buffy verse is absolutely beyond reproach, because there are definitely things I wish I could change about it, but the characters all have such unique voices I just don’t think I could speak for them as well as I would need to. I feel more comfortable in the SVM universe. The thing is, I’ll probably need a beta for this. Someone to keep my in line, as it were, preferably someone who is good at checking continuity and also understands the flow of the Buffy verse. So if anyone is interested in possibly taking on my crazy ass (and by crazy, I really mean I have attention deficit disorder with a mild case of mental hoarding, when it comes to writing), please feel free to drop me a comment here and I’ll be more than happy to email you back.

For anyone who bothered to read through all of this and is anxious to see me post anything new, thank you for hanging in there. I appreciate any and all encouragement I get. It really means a lot to me.

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One Shot: No One Like You

What’s this?! A solo project? Pshaw! Except it is. Mostly. I admit that Missy jumped in for a few lines to write some of the Sookie dialogue but I’m slightly co-dependent on her. It’s a blessing and a curse, I tell ya!

If you’re following the Dirty Lemons story Lay Low I feel the need to share that the guy that Eric was based on is no longer working with me and I am so bummed about that. He’s such a nice guy and I miss him quite a bit. Thankfully, he’s turned me on to a few things outside of work so I have no doubt we’ll keep in touch but I’ll miss seeing him every day. Texting just isn’t the same. *le sigh*

Anyway… back to this one shot! So I went on a music downloading spree last week and one of my finds was from the Scorpions MTV Unplugged album. How did I find that? Well it starts with me being awesome. Throw in an eclectic taste in music and there you have it. Plus I’m a sucker for anything acoustic and I like the full rock version of the song. If you aren’t familiar with it, I put it on the page with the one shot so you can listen to it. I strongly advise you to because it’s a fantastic song.

I also advise you to go read Wifey’s newest hit, Repossessed. Do you guys have any idea how blessed I am to get these chapters before they get posted? Likewise, Wifey was instrumental in cheering me up the other day when I was feeling down about Mike’s last day. Stupid feels were getting the better of me. But an awesome hashtag came from our texting and a new theory for her defense was brainstormed for her inevitable arrest for stalking/kidnapping Skarsy.

Judge-Gavel

If the bloody glove defense worked for O.J. it can work for Wifey. Judge Eric in the purple panties said so.

One Shot: No One Like You

So It Took 9 Chapters…

I could be a terrible person and make you wait until next year to find out what happens next, but I think I’ll have mercy. This is last chapter of Dark Was the Night. I’ll get started on Cold Was the Ground, the companion to this story, and hopefully I’ll have a chapter of that for you in a few days. I have to plot out the way I want it to work out in the end, but I have ideas bouncing around the old bean.

In the meantime, if I don’t get the post again before Mother’s Day, I hope all the mamas out there have a wonderful mother’s day with their loved ones. This year Mama Bear’s birthday lands on Mother’s Day. My crazy sister in Ohio has a birthday on Saturday and my mini-me cousin’s birthday is on Tuesday. Assuming I don’t kill anyone at work tomorrow or Saturday, it’s all gravy.

Sidenote: I also bought the new Zac Brown Band album yesterday and holy shitcakes is it fantastic. For those of you who aren’t familiar, they’re generally filed under country music but don’t dismiss them so quickly. This album has a little bit of everything on it. It lives up to its name, Jekyll & Hyde, that’s for damn sure. If you get a chance, check out a song called Dress Blues. Don’t be surprised if you see a one shot pop up because of it.

Happy reading loverfaces xoxo

Chapter 9: Sated

Happy Birthday Wifey!

Finally Wifey’s birthday is upon us! I apologize in the delay in posting but I had the weekend from hell at work and yesterday wasn’t much better. By the time I got home the last thing I wanted to do was look at a computer or fight with the laptop. But to make up for my slacking off I loaded up three chapters because the only thing better than one chapter is three, right?

I also just realized I forgot to send Wifey her birthday text so I have to go send her a ton of emoticons in place of calling her and terrorizing her with my terrible singing. I am quite certain that would be our first and last phone conversation. Someday I’ll make it to the east coast and then God help us all…

A.K.A. Defense exhibit A.

In the meantime, I hope Wifey has been having a fantastic birthday and you all are enjoying the unfolding of her epic present. I don’t know how I am going to top this, short of kidnapping Skarsy and stashing him in her garden shed out back so he can stand guard over Squirrely Girl.

Chapter 5: Deviate

My New Favorite Thing…

I sipped the Kool-Aid and boy am I glad I did because OMG is this shit fun! Such a simple concept… Although I have to say so far Paul Rudd is the champ to beat. If you haven’t seen the lip sync battle he had with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show, you are missing out. You can definitely find it on YouTube. Oh hell…

It’s perfection. Really.

But just in case you don’t share my love for my new favorite thing, here’s a little of my old favorite thing.

Chapter 4: Foreboding