M.A. Harper's Blog

Goodbye. Maybe.

A curious anagram for "Meredith Annette Harper" is "That name retired her pen." Hmm. So maybe I ought to think about fulfilling the prophecy. Truth is, I've little ambition to write these days. The whole activity's become nonstop algorithmic self-promotion for which I have neither the chops nor marketability. What I have had is the time of my life, all my literary dreams came true, and I was able to say just about everything I ever wanted. What's not to love? Thank you all for being such supportive dears and may your own dreams come true, but I hereby declare myself free and am headed out to celebrate as 750,000 hungry authors daily step up to take my place, hahahaha! Bless their hearts, I wish them all the best. Cheers!

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder about trivial stuff, like why must we suffer occasional hangnails? Or things somewhat more important: do crows and blue jays have a sense of smell, or what did the elderly of 1137 do to get around before knee replacement surgery or even wheelchairs were options? I don't know about the birds, but the people probably just died before getting old; that'd pretty much solve that problem. Okay, I realize there are scientific answers for questions like these--or at least some educated guesses--and all I have to do is Google 'em. But that's not what I'm  Read More 

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder. Why do we get hangnails? Why do men have nipples? What did the old folks do way back when, before knee surgery was an option? I know, I know: there are scientific answers for questions like these, and all I have to do is Google them. But that's not what I'm

New Novel Soon

All I'm going to say right now is that its title is to be THINGS THAT CAN FALL, it's set in New York City during the 1970's disco era, and it's not a romance. Stay tuned.

New Novel Soon

All I'm going to say right now is that its title is to be THINGS THAT CAN FALL, it's set in New York City during the 1970's disco era, and it's not a romance. Stay tuned.

New Novel Soon.

All I'm going to say right now is that its title will be THINGS THAT CAN FALL and it's not what I've lately been marketed as. "Romance" hasn't been a good fit for me and is a category I've attempted to shoehorn myself into only because of the love and respect I have for the marketing efforts of my publisher, but this new THINGS is all mine. You hate it? Blame me.

No way will it be a formulaic romance novel, for good

Update

I'm going to start blogging again. Soon. Consider yourselves warned.

Tired. Hot. Sad.

May I just say I'm tired? Very happy about some recent matrimonial developments concerning my family, but as for all else, just too depressed and bummed out by the violence in my country to put virtual pen to virtual paper right now. I'm no stranger to widespread unrest. The late 60's were chockablock full  Read More 

Tired. Hot. Sad.

May I just say I'm tired? Very happy about some recent matrimonial developments concerning my family, but as for all else, just too depressed and bummed out by the violence in my country to put virtual pen to virtual paper right now. I'm no stranger to widespread unrest. The late 60's were chockablock full

I'm 67 Today. I Own It.

No apologies from here. Today's my birthday, and I'm not young, and I don't care who knows it or thinks less of me because of it. I used to believe I had to hide my age and be coy, but you know what? It took a whole lot of living to get me this far. I've made some  Read More