We have another middle school thingy to do this weekend, and last weekend was chock-a-block full of socializing, so I am wiped out.

Plus I’ve had a headache all day, and that stinks. I did watch the Oscars, that was fun, moreso because I’d seen five out of the ten nominated films, I think a new record for me. But anyway,

I am continuing to write, albeit at a snail’s pace. Actually, I think snails might call me Pokey.

I am so parched for ideas I can’t even think of a title for this post.

Huh.

I am writing this week, because I can, and taking care of other things that need taking care of. Not meaning to be cryptic, but you don’t need to hear about my backed-up dishwasher.

So I am going to be doing what I should be doing, and try not to waste time. So here goes. And STILL no MI-5 in the house. I haz a WICKED sad.

–saw Inglourious Basterds. I liked it a lot, especially Christoph Waltz’s performance. He definitely deserves all those awards.

–am cleaning the basement. Ongoing drama.

–figuring out financial stuff that makes my head spin, but my life ultimately better.

–bought heeled shoes I can actually walk in. Yay!

–internet wonky today.

–synopsis getting tweaked. Massive outpouring of thanks to the Alpha Sparkle Dog, as well as the remembered utterances of the Faux Critique Partner. The latter is why I am going to commit to killing off a character; it just feels right, and she says to follow your unconscious. I am, unless my unconscious is going to Queens.

–making plans to see the Picky Vegetarian in Portland in the Spring. Triple yay-ness!

Okay. More later.

Okay, so I haven’t ranted, truly ranted, in a long time*. But here goes. As some of you know, I am on Twitter, which is a time-suck blast. And most of the folks I follow are fellow romance readers. All good so far. BUT–and this has ALWAYS bugged me–when the subject of a certain hero comes up (not a particular one, you’ll see where I’m going with this in a second), the ladies say to each other, “Hands off! He’s mine!”

Really? You are laying claim to a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and not wanting anyone to also appreciate him? Have you actually LISTENED to yourself?

Just as in, for example, if someone were to say, “No, Megan, you can’t have Clive ’cause I claimed him.” Really? Ah, no. No, we can all appreciate him, no jealousy allowed. He’s nearly a fictional hero, because he is a MARRIED(1), BRITISH(2) ACTOR(3).

So next time you go all Team Edward on my ass about some hero or actor, just remember: Inside my head I’m telling you to Shut The Eff Up.

Thanks.

Megan

*And I think I’ve ranted about this before. Hey, guess what, it still bugs me.

(1) Married means married. No poaching.
(2) I live in Brooklyn, not London or Hollywood.
(3) I work at home, and would never possibly be near a film set, unless by chance, and still very far away.

Hey! Click on over to the Riskies for today’s post. Sorry for the lo-fi, but I am on the iPhone.

I wish I had anything fascinating to relate, but I don’t. It’s been a normal time, with sun, decadent boardwalk food, books, games and eight hours of sleep a night (!). The iPhone is a treat, ’cause I can do all sorts of things without dial-up or the behemoth laptop. Yay.

Stuffed to the gills (pun intended) with seafood. Now waiting for Spouse to make mojitos. Life is not too bad right now.

At beach. Yay. More later.

Today, I interviewed Victoria Dahl at the Riskies.

I haven’t written yet this week, and might not be able to (curse you, Brooklyn school system! Why must tomorrow be a day off for the chillens?), but other than that, things are good.

For ex:

1. I started reading Lover Avenged, and am already loving it. Totally cracktastic, and such delish cracktasticness. And, hello, she’s making an eeevil drug dealer the hero. Love that!

2. Had banh mi, the best sandwich ever, with a friend I hadn’t seen in far too long.

3. Went running. Did not complain excessively about it (right, Shoulder Guy?)

4. Orlando Magic and Hedo Turkoglu; not to mention Dwight Howard.

5. Festivities this weekend, most likely including the awesomeness of pork belly.

6. Watched another Wire In The Blood, with Robson Green, and am just loving the series thus far.

7. Finished reading the second Jack Taylor series book (by Ken Bruen), and was more blown away by that than even the first book.

8. Wine! (thanks to the Super-Smart Lawyer’s Man About Town).

9. Thoughts about celebrating the 45th birthday. Can you say ‘dance party?’

10. DC in July for RWA National! A new tattoo! Hanging with good friends, including new Risky Carolyn Jewel!

Yay!

If you’re happy about anything, please share (note: this is not a deliberate attempt to elicit comments, ’cause that’s not how I roll).

Megan