What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Left Unsaid August 7, 2018

Fellow bloggers,

Do you ever start to write a blog and then erase it because you know about twelve people will be utterly certain you’re writing about them even though you’re not?
This is going to be one of those.

I get that everyone deals with stress in different ways. We all have coping mechanisms and twitches. Some people read, some run, some drink way too much wine, some people pretend nothing bad is happening.

But here’s the thing: acknowledging that your life isn’t perfect doesn’t make you a “negative person.” I will never understand people who think that acknowledging they chipped a tooth should be frowned upon by society because it isn’t cheerful, meme-based conversation.

Isn’t human communication supposed to be more than cat pictures?

I’m not saying that we should all spend every conversation fighting the good fight for human rights and equality, but if you only tell people the good things that are happening in your life, does anyone actually know who you are as a human? (more…)


Ch-ch-changes June 16, 2017

Hello Lovelies!

I’ve decided it’s time to grow up and be a big kid author. There are, like, marketing plans and things happening. In my new vigor I’ve decided to streamline my social media. The Life Beyond Exaggeration Twitter and Facebook pages are gone. However, this blog is not going anywhere! I will still be blogging away. I’ll just be sharing the blog on my author pages.


So please like those pages to make sure you stay up to date on all my wonderful misadventures!

Now I’m back to Neverland and learning to play the mandolin for Peter Pan!


A Mewing in the Night March 12, 2016

I want a kitten. I know I’ve said it a million times before, but damn I want a kitten. I want a kitten who will run up and greet me when I come home, snuggle with me when content edits become too much, and do funny things that will provide blog material for years to come.

Every time I get to the part where I want my cat to run up and greet me, I always get confused stares and, “I think you mean you want a dog. Dogs run up to greet you.”

But I had three cats when I was growing up. Three amazing cats we bottle-fed as kittens. They were indoor/outdoor cats, and when they heard the distinctive rattle of my mother’s car, they would come running to the driveway, weave in and of our legs as we tried to get to the door, and stare at us until we either sat down to cuddle them or fed them.

They would come when we called them, and always wanted attention. They were the best cats ever. And I know finding a cat as loving and amazing as those three were would be neigh on impossible. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to try.

I’ve been known to ugly cry over cute kittens. Open-mouth ugly cry over Facebook videos of kittens.

But I think I hit a new low a few nights ago. (more…)


Nuttycracker Sweet November 24, 2015


You guys! This is the promo material that my publisher just sent out for my new novella Nuttycracker Sweet! I’m so excited to get this out there! All the exclamation points!!!!


Book Trailer Link:

Nuttycracker Sweet by Megan O’Russell
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing, LLC
December 8, 2015

Pointe shoes, tutus, and a snowy road trip with the man she hates. What could possibly go wrong?

The plan was simple. Get to Portland, dance The Nutcracker, and don’t murder your dance partner. And most definitely, do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with him.

A snowy road trip strands Elle Grant in a tiny cabin better suited for serial killings than rehearsals for two professional ballet dancers. With no one but the incredibly talented, excruciatingly handsome, and notoriously terrible Zachary Benson and a few taxidermy woodland creatures for company, Elle’s Christmas plans are officially ruined. Can she and Zach learn to like each other enough to dance together? And can Elle get home without losing her heart to the Christmas Cavalier?
About the Author:

Megan is thrilled to be working with Fiery Seas Publishing! Her other published works include Young Adult fantasy novels The Tethering and The Siren’s Realm. Megan is also a featured author in the Athena’s Daughters 2 anthology of women in speculative fiction.

Megan is a professional performer who travels the country living out a thousand lives on stage. Her wonderful husband and frequent dance partner is always by her side.

For more information on Megan’s books, you can visit her website at
Social Media:

Twitter (Megan O’Russell’s Author Twitter)

Twitter (LifeBeyondExaggeration)





The Media in Social Media March 15, 2014

One summer while I was at summer camp, there was a war in Kosovo. To this day, I really don’t know what it was about. I didn’t even know there was a war until I came home and it was randomly mentioned in conversation. I was a little upset that none of my counselors had even mentioned that our country was at war. Blame it on camp rules or our society’s ability to turn a blind eye to things that are undesirable, but I was alive for an entire war and didn’t know it had happened. (more…)


When Customer Service Fails, Tweet About It February 5, 2014

The following is the full body of an email that I sent to my health insurance company Monday. Please enjoy:
I tweeted earlier from @lbexaggeration about a customer service issue. All I want is a coherent response as to why I have two bills for nearly the same service with a $400 dollar difference in how much I owe. I had the blood drawn at the same doctor. Why do I owe so much this time? The only answers I got either made no sense mathematically (80% of $643 is $514.40, not $443.73) or had nothing to do with my plan. And the number the woman said I should owe wasn’t even the amount on my bill! I asked to speak to a supervisor, and at first she said I should hold, then fifteen minutes later, I was told I would have to be called back because the information wasn’t available. When I questioned her as to why the information she had been looking at wasn’t available anymore, she said it wasn’t the information she couldn’t find, she just hadn’t located a supervisor. She said someone would call back within the half hour. When they called an hour late, I didn’t answer my phone in time. I was not left a voice mail, so I tried to call the number back, which gave me to a person who sent me on an endless chase through the press one press two loop of doom. I hung up and tried again, begging not to be transferred or placed on hold again… I’ve been on hold for another half an hour.
For entertainment purposes, this will be posted on my blog Wednesday at Feel free to drop by. I might even approve your comment. And it will probably be posted on Facebook, too. If I’m going to suffer, my friends should at least get a laugh out of it.
Please forgive the haikus I plan on tweeting later about the Humana loop of doom.
Yours forever in the hold pattern,
Megan Orlowski-Russell