Sunday, June 22, 2014

Consequence of Miracles

Do you guys read Twilight fan fiction anymore? Because I don't (confession: I never read a lot of fic in the first place, if you can believe that). But that said, that purveyor of all things worthy in the fandom, LeJadaLulu was going insane for a fic a month or so ago and I couldn't help but notice. Not when all my other fandom folks on Twitter were going insane for it. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and I'm telling you guys, I devoured this fic. Couldn't wait for updates, would drop everything to read them. You're lucky - I'm not even telling you about this until now, when it's complete!

Consequence of Miracles is an angsty read but not traumatic, in that it's not graphic in any way and it's not gratuitous, if you know what I mean. It does tackle a Very Difficult Subject, and let me tell you, this would be the last thing I'd ever put on my TBR list, knowing what it was about but not knowing the story itself. I like reading happy shit, not dramatic stories. But it was handled incredibly well, and the story is actually told through Bella's eyes and manages to be her story, even though the dark, difficult stuff happens to Edward (I'm trying to not be spoiler-y, but give fair warning that the story could possibly be a trigger for some folks). If you're looking for a different kind of Twilight fic, or are just curious, I encourage you to take a look. I feel like it was an incredibly sensitive and hopeful treatment of a painful subject and I've never read a fic quite like it. I even legitimately cried after one chapter and I don't think I've ever done that reading a fic!

Speaking of minor miracles, guess what? I HAVE AN AGENT, YOU GUYS. I wrote something that isn't fic!

It's called LOUD IS HOW I LOVE YOU and it's a smutty, funny romance about indie rock kids in the 90s. I sent it out to a bunch of agents and snagged representation by Brooks Sherman at the Bent Agency and I couldn't be more excited. And nauseated. For a moment, just imagine me having a conversation with this nice man, a literary agent, who is quite lovely but still mostly a perfect stranger, about the possibility of pitching a follow-up book with three-way sex in it. This is my life now. And while it's awkward, it also happens to be awesome.

Anyway, LOUD is out on submission with some publishers and now I wait to see if anyone wants to actually buy it and publish it, so my smutty words can be out there in the actual world.


Or, maybe more appropriate in this circumstance: Jesus MotherFucking Hamster Fucker.

My new pen name is Mercy Brown. I picked it because I wanted something that would be a statement about where I come from as a writer, and that's right here with all of you. Plus, Mercy is just sexier than Mygdala (but you guys, please keep calling me Myg or I will be totally confused).

And, I've never been good at ending blog posts.

The End.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

We're Getting the Band Back Together.

Are you there, blog? It's me, Snarkier Than You...

I've been fixin' to post something here since about three days after my last post (give or take), which means that even by my mighty Herculean abilities to procrastinate like no other human on the planet, this has been a long time coming. I've spent an enormous amount of time since we stopped posting thinking about what to write and how to write it. I still have notes - reasonably handy - for the review of Breaking Dawn II that we never did, among other things, but after so much time had passed my brain always circled back to "Welp, you blew it and it's too late now."

I feel like there was an epic fail in not giving this blog a proper sendoff that would have reflected the love and meaning that we put into it and got out of it over the years, and that's mostly what's kept me from writing anything at all. Because it deserved a full-on party with a 21-gun salute, a brass band, possibly fire and dragon eggs, and we gave you something more in line with an unceremonious backyard burial of a hamster in a shoebox or the flushing a goldfish... Perhaps even worse - we just let it peter out. Anyway, you deserved better. I know that. But you knew that we were the slowest and most unreliable bloggers when you started hanging out with us, remember? The Twi-blogger equivalent of the irresistible "bad boy with a heart of gold"??? Or something like that? Maybe? *wink-wink*

I think at some point it seemed like there was no way I could just sneak back in and write something - anything - to fill the space; it would have needed to be AWESOME. Hopefully you have figured out at this point that I am keeping expectations suitably low. My drafts over the years for writing this look like the beginning of Eclipse, only more contrite and without the cutesy font -

Dean Twitards, I'm sorry...

We suck...what did you expect?!

Fuck this shit I don't know how to do this anymore...

At some point, I realized that part of the problem was that I wasn't willing to pen a farewell because I refuse to let it be over and done. But I also realized something else somewhere along the way: it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I couldn't (or didn't) produce some epic send-off or reintroduction or whatever I am considering this whole thing at this point. It doesn't matter if this is not the best thing I have ever written or the worst or even if there is nobody out there left to read it. I need this. I miss this. This is my outlet. The gaping hole in my heart? Yeah ok I know you all see what I am doing here... Let's say it's a small tear - not so much a gaping hole as a yearning and a small-ish but very persistent and troublesome spot that will. not. be. ignored. Thinking about writing here has been with me like an iffy tooth that you try to pretend isn't bothering you but that your tongue seems to gravitate towards and worry despite your best efforts to do anything else.

I know that the community has evolved and moved on, but Twitarded has always felt like home to me, and dammit, I'm staying even if it doesn't really make much sense at all (and very possibly dragging Jenny Jerkface, Latchkey Wife, and Myg along with me if I can talk them into it for some not-regularly-scheduled posts about who knows what). I'm rusty and can't promise anything will be particularly entertaining... But before I think about it too much and wait another couple of years before releasing the finger that is twitching tentatively over the "Publish" button, I'd better PTMFS.

P.S. Speaking of comebacks, Hellllllooooooooooooooooooo there, Cannes Rob!

I missed you, too...

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Beautiful Bastard is out today!

Cross-posted at Blogwaffles, too!

Guess what's out in stores today, people?
WTF is he doing with his sleeve and why can't I stop staring at it? Because UNGF.
That's right, the original Ficward, Beautiful Bastard, is here! In a real, live legal book that you can go buy and hold in your hands and everything! In fact, you should go buy it right now!

Or, walk right into your local book store and buy it there!

Seriously, folks, back in 2010 when I first got to the Twilight fandom, I never would have fathomed the day when all these fan fiction stories would be making actual paid writers out of fic authors. But it happened. Boy, did it happen. And now, here we are with our very own Beautiful Bastard out in stores today.

I think many of you reading this have read the original fic The Office by Tby789, back when it was around. For those of you who haven't read it and are curious about Beautiful Bastard, I can sum it up like this:

A strong young woman works for a gorgeous asshole at a big corporate firm. They can't stand each other, but they are desperately attracted to one another. A lot of fucking happens, but not just your run-of-the-mill wanky, boring amateurish fucking. Oh no, no, no.

Think of it this way--have you ever been super pissed off at your significant other, and then you get into a wicked argument and in the  middle of it think, "God damn, he (or she, as the case may be,) is so hot when he's angry?" And then you end up having sex on the kitchen table, in spite of how pissed off you are? And then when it's over, you're all, "Damn, I can't believe I just had sex with you, you bastard--I'm still pissed off that you put the potato masher in the wrong drawer. You don't live here all by yourself, you know."

Wait, that doesn't happen to you? It's just me? Hmm.

Well, it doesn't matter, because Beautiful Bastard is much hotter than that, and there are no potato mashers involved. Anywhere.
potatoe masher
This object does not appear anywhere in Beautiful Bastard.

Lots of writers write sex scenes. Fic writers write lemons. We all love a good lemon, right? Well, the thing that made Christina and Lauren such well-loved authors of fic is that those two can REALLY write sex scenes. And believe it or not, all that fantasy-indulging sex has a purpose--a point. Not just to titillate you, dear readers. There's a story here, between two strong-willed characters who find each other, fuck each other, and come to love each other in spite of themselves. But this ain't no schmaltzy two-bit romance, either. It's smart. It's funny. It indulges all the right emotional fantasies as well as the sexual ones. It's tongue-in-cheek, and it's tongue in other better places as well.

What I'm saying is, it's all that and a trip to the La Perla dressing room.

For those of you who have read The Office, let me tell you, Beautiful Bastard does a masterful job of keeping the spirit of The Office alive and well, yet it also updates and polishes it in ways that you'll definitely appreciate. It's been revised so there are plenty of new things to discover. The writing is as smart as ever and it's still funny. There are parts of this where you're going to literally LOL right before you gasp at how smutty something is, so don't read it at work. Okay, you can read it at work if you work from home or in the adult industry.

But trust me when I say, you will want to read it. Over and over again.

Tell me in the comments, did you order your copy of Beautiful Bastard yet? Did you read it? What other fic-turned-books have you read? What are you hoping makes the leap next?

Talk to me, people.


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Eight More Minutes of BD1! Coming March 2...

ZOMG! On March 2nd, we're going to get eight more minutes of Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 1. Eight minutes of what originally (wrongly) ended up on the cutting room floor. Eight minutes of Edward and Bella goodness. Eight minutes. EIGHT FUCKING MINUTES!

Do I really need to dish out $29.99 for eight more minutes on Blu-ray? HELLZ YEA I DO! I'll be tossing that puppy into my Walmart basket without a second thought. That's the thing with Twilight... I can feel poor and like I don't have a penny to spare, but I don't even bat an eye at buying yet another DVD or another movie ticket or another magazine featuring Edward's sparkly mug.

 Bill Condon says:
“As Twilight series devotees know, there was a lot of ground to cover in adapting Breaking Dawn to the screen,” said Condon. “Between the wedding, the honeymoon, the birth, and everything in between, naturally there were things that didn’t make it into our final cut. But I wanted to make sure that for all the Twihards out there, there was a chance to see some of these cut scenes – several of which are fan favorites from the book.”
So what are we going to get in that eight minutes? Eight more minutes of honeymoon headboard demolition? (Ohyespleaseohpleaseohplease) Eight more minutes of talking wolves? (Iwillseriouslycutabitch) Eight more minutes of bony broken Bella slurping blood through a bendy straw? (Interestingbutnothankyou) What could it be??

Come on, Twitards and tell us in the comments what you wish for in those eight beautiful bonus minutes!! I can think of a lots of wishes and I'm pretty sure they all involve Isle Esme...

Friday, December 21, 2012

Santa Loves Twilight! We Love Santa!

We here at Twitarded wish you all a very safe and happy holiday season. And because we love you and Twilight so much... here's a little gift.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Best gif EVER.


Photobucket ...somehow this is just "why we love him" all wrapped up into one impossible-to-look-away-from gif. {{{le sigh}}}

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Bill Condon Bids a Fond Farewell to the Saga

This letter from Bill Condon was posted on the Twilight Facebook page a couple of days ago (I do I know about Facebook??? I am a fb holdout!) and it made me a little teary... Get the tissues out - again! *sigh*

Greetings To Our Global Twihard Family

by The Twilight Saga on Sunday, November 25, 2012 at 9:07am ·
Greetings to our global Twihard family,

On the flight now from Madrid to Berlin, I wanted to check in one last time, as you're finally getting a look at what we've all been working on so intensely.  It's hard to believe that after our Berlin premiere tonight, my TWILIGHT journey will finally come to a close.  It's been almost three years since I first wrote to you.  I'm very proud of what we've created together since then, and I hope that PART II fulfills your expectations for the grand finale to Stephenie's sprawling saga. Fingers crossed that you've also managed to stay at least mostly spoiler-free, in order to enjoy the twists and parting gifts we have in store for you...

Thank you again for making me feel like a member of your fandom family online...for sleeping in The Line in San Diego in order to laugh with us in Hall H...for traveling great distances to join us in L.A. for last year's Tent City and this year's Fan Camp.  Above all, thank you for trusting me with this universe you care so deeply about - we tried to match your intensity in our attention to every detail.  That said, I don't think I'll ever live down the shame of being spied on by Twihard covens around the world on our very first night of shooting in Rio.  Thanks to photos shot and instantly posted online of Bella and Edward on their honeymoon, we were called out in real time for missing a certain engagement ring...  (Sorry -- again!)

As with you all, what I'll take with me from my time in Forks are so many great friendships - our massive cast of talented actors, and new creative partners such as Melissa Rosenberg, Guillermo Navarro and Phil Tippett.  I hope to know them all for years and to work with them again soon, making movies yet to be dreamed up.  At the L.A. premiere Monday night, Phil said we should make a "bloody, giant monster movie."  But is there room for a musical number?

See you at the theatre.