Comp Files

by megsilver on November 6, 2016

(Thanks, Kim for reminding me!)

Previous contest winners should have received files either to their email or straight to your devices. I sent the files out just a few minutes ago.

If you did not receive your file, please email me at mymegsilver@gmail.com. Responses might be a bit delayed—leaving again to help strike the kid’s play.

Thanks!

Fantasy Heights, Episode 14: Renegade

by megsilver on November 2, 2016

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Episode Description:

Sophie keeps Ben and the rest of the protective detail on edge during racy performances and sleepless nights. Josh raises Amanda’s hopes while Hector raises hell over Rylie’s risqué dalliance.

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Thank you so much for your patience. We’re almost there!

/author slinks off to fall facedown in bed

It’s Almost Time

by megsilver on October 31, 2016

With Episode 14 almost ready to launch, I thought I’d swing by tonight and answer the most-frequently asked question of all:

Q. (paraphrased) What the fuck, Meg? Why is this episode taking so long?

A. Two main reasons:

First, in October of last year, I found a full-time job. The job rocks, but I do get tired, especially because Mr. Silver is on the road, leaving me to manage kids, pets and homefires by myself.

The other reason it took so long to bring this episode all the way through production: I hated the three prior builds. They ran too long, the pacing sucked, and the sex seemed boring. Worse, all felt riddled with errors because it turns out that only writing for an hour each week can really screw up flow and continuity.

Finally, about five weeks ago I realized that things would not change around here. I would not have more time to write on ‘some other day’. If I wanted to keep writing, I would have to learn to work with the schedule I have, not the schedule I used to have. So I simply said “Fuck it,” tossed out all three drafts and started over from scratch.

Right now, I’m waiting for a couple beta-readers to finish reading before applying final polish. Once that’s done, we’ll get Renegade uploaded for sale.

I can’t promise that the next Meg Silver title will be Fantasy Heights, Episode 15. I might work on a Sessions title next. I have set a deadline for the next release, but I can’t promise it’ll happen on cue. Let’s get through this release and we’ll see how things go, yes?

Anyway, that’s the situation around here. Thank you very much for your patience.

Prodigal Much?

by megsilver on October 2, 2016

Yep, I’m still alive.

Still working a great deal of overtime, which has budged writing-time straight off the edge of the day. I am still working on episodes, though. I’ve not deserted you, I promise.

We’ll not speak of the state of my inbox. If you’ve sent anything in the last few weeks, it’s likely buried, so please resend.

Off to spend half an hour with Josh and Amanda…

Beer Bad

by megsilver on April 25, 2016

Okay, so I’m on temporary assignment to a different office that lets me stay home in the morning.

HOME IN THE MORNING! Picture me cavorting around the office like an 80s movie walking-on-sunshine montage.

Really, I’m drinking coffee with a cat in my lap, blogging, and fixing to go re-write a scene in episode 14.

Have a great one!

Oh Where, Oh Where Can She Be?

by megsilver on March 11, 2016

Hey, everybody!

Yeah, it’s been awfully quiet on this end; I always mean to post and then somehow it’s the next day and I’m wondering wtf just happened to 24 more hours.

On my way home from work I started really questioning myself about where my time is going, and the idea has turned into this post. I’m sure a lot of you can relate to what’s going on with me right now. I need more than manions, at this point. I need a full cabinet. Not like a liquor cabinet (although some days that would be so awesome) but a cabinet like a secretary of state and secretary of defense, et all, only secretary of laundry or the housekeeping czar, or chief grocery-shopping executive or secretary of fucking HELL this kitchen should be condemned. CONDEMNED, do you hear me?

Here’s a typical day in the life right now:

5:00AM – get up

5 – 5:20AM Bathroom, let the dog out, feed the fish and turtles. Feed the seven cats we currently have, four of whom are ours, and three are fosters that—let’s face it—we are probably stuck with for life because we’ve had them almost six months and WE. ARE. ATTACHED. Note that not one more task can be completed until they’re fed, or they conspire to herd me—and, if necessary—trip me until it’s done.

5:20 – 5:30AM Start the coffee, slug down enough water to splode a kidney or two, listen to the news, text with Mr. Silver about what part of the States he’s in on any given day.

5:30 – 6:00AM: Shower, get human, make breakfast to eat during commute, load up a tanker of coffee, and hustle out the door.

6:00AM – 2(ish)PM: Work. I never know what time I’ll get home. It could be one, sometimes it’s three. LOVE having a set schedule, right?

2 – 2:15 PM: Let dog out. Figure out how to play fetch with a dog who is playing keepaway instead.

2:15PM: Take His Royal Canineness for his ride(s), aka “running errands”. Start dinner and try desperately to remember which kid has to be where, and when they need to be there. (I’m pretty sure I spend at least ten minutes staring at the refrigerator calendar with a wtf-is-even-happening-anymore squint. Do I believe that staring at the problem will help me control it? Probably.)

Any time left over until 3:25 is writing, editing or formatting time. (Yes, I will be mothballing the formatting business soon. I have to choose between writing and formatting at this point, and writing wins.)

3:25 – 4:30PM Boys get home from school. Usually with half the town in tow. Hello chaos my old friend. Feed all of the faces, bully them about homework and cleaning their rooms and the yard which we all know they will never do.

4:30 – 5:30PM: Try to make it so that the Center for Disease Control doesn’t burn our house down. Also deliver children to work, rehearsal or wherever. Try not to get too pissy when they roll their eyes at me when I ask for the seventeenth time when I should pick them up. “God, Mom. I’ll just text you, all right?” They do not understand why this is not a satisfactory answer.

5:30PM – 7PM: Either try to get some exercise or practice flute or do something not completely useless. If I have formatting clients waiting on files, this is the rest of my work time. I’ve tried writing during this gap, but guess what happens soon as I sit down and try to turn the imagination on? Yeah, I’m face down asleep drooling into the keyboard about 15 minutes later.

Come 7PM, I know there’s no hope of productive brain activity. Usually I read, hang out with whichever kids are around, read to the dog, play laser tag with the cats, watch movies or just vegetate until 9 when no power on earth can keep me awake any longer.

And that’s my life, six days a week. Yes, I work six days a week. Saturday is a short day, and usually the ONLY day I ever get any writing done… if Mr. Silver isn’t home. That’s a whole other thing. I can’t wait until he’s back home for the summer.

Sunday is laundry day. No other work gets done on Sunday. Not because I’m observing the Sabbath or anything, believe me. More like there has to be one day in the week when I don’t work and don’t feel guilty about not working. Except of COURSE I feel guilty about not working, because, you know, American women are fucking crazy.

So that’s my life right now; not a lot of time for writing or editing, but I’m still making progress. There are four scenes in episode 14 that just… suck. One day soon I will figure out why I hate them so much, and how I’ll fix them. And speaking of which, I had best spend my final seventeen kid-free minutes working on that problem.

See you again soon(ish)!