Keep Moving Forward and Be Thankful ~ @MeganSlayer #thankful #think #movingforward

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“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.”  ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. 

This quote has always been special to me. Whether it’s your life, your job, your family…the message is real. Keep moving forward. Keep trying to reach that next branch and the next foothold. Today is a day to reflect and act. It’s a day to remember what you have and to be thankful.

For me, moving forward has to do with my writing. It’s easy to get complacent. To say, this is good enough. To not want to keep trying when the old reliable works. But at some point, the old reliable becomes not reliable. You have to stretch, to grow and to get a little scared. To try something that may not work for you, but works for the character. Maybe it’s moving into a sci-fi realm when all you’ve written is contemporary. Maybe it’s writing hotter than you’ve ever written. Or the other way, getting sweeter. It’s the pushing and trying. It’s getting to that next branch that matters. To be more than you were the day before.

So hug your family a little tighter. Call that friend you haven’t called in a while and tell them you care. Be thankful for what you have and try to be the best person you can be. Volunteer. Help your neighbors.  Give of yourself. Use this day for more than a day to sleep in.

Do what you need to do and keep moving forward.

This post is also up at The Romance Studio:  https://wp.me/p8f7P3-2Iu

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Trying to Schedule around Curve Balls with @meganslayer #schedules #iamwriting #stress #curveball

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I decided with the new year, I’d start blogging more regularly. Seems easy, right? A few words on the blog every day and a routine. Easy? I’m not trying to get out of my resolution to blog. Nope. I’m not. But I’m the kind of person who needs a routine.

Sounds odd, doesn’t it? I just blogged yesterday (the other day? I’m not sure) about how I don’t have a routine for writing. I don’t. I have general times I try to write and times I tend to get words down, but it doesn’t always work out the way I want.

Then what’s so different about the blogging thing? I had a plan, you see. I’d get up when I have to with the tot, do the EDJ stuff, then write the blog. If I got lucky and got the blog done the night before, then great. If not, then I’ve got the time in the morning to do it. Easy. Notice I keep saying it’s easy? It’s one of my mantras to get this ball rolling.

It’s not easy, though. January brings all sorts of curve balls. First, the other holidays. I love MLK Day and I’m glad we celebrate it, but it’s heck on the schedule. Still, I’m  not complaining. What I don’t always like…the snow days. I love snow. It’s pretty to look at, but it’s not fun to drive in. I’m okay with taking days off because the weather is horrible. I get it. But it’s murder on the schedule and routine. I know what I have to do, but the temptation to go back to bed, to be lazy and not get anything done is so great. Can you tell sometimes I have no willpower, too? Hehehehe.

But I’m trying. I gave myself last week off sort of to get into a routine. Psyche myself up kind of thing. So far, this week has been promising. I might even get a Saturday post in and a cover reveal on Sunday. Hey, it’s been known to happen.

What about you? Are you a schedule kind of person or the type that lets things happen the way they do? Maybe you’ve got tips for keeping the schedule I could use. Or you’ve got photos of hot guys for inspiration. Grin.

Schedule, Schmedule… Making Time with @meganslayer #iamwriting #schedule

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I’m trying a few different things this year. I’ve taken some time off from blogging when things got crazy at home. You’d think snow days would mean lots gets accomplished. Not at my house. I end up losing time on writing. I gain it with the family, but my writing gets pushed to the background. Someone once told me I needed to have a set time every day to write. I needed to be disciplined.

I’m a known pantser. I have plans in my notebooks, but I let the characters run when they start talking. Same thing goes with my writing. If I’ve got a set deadline, then I bust my hump to get the story done. If I’ve got a little more time or a loose deadline, then I go when the characters talk. I’m good under pressure, but I hate having pressure all the time.

But having a set period of time during the day to write? Yeah, that doesn’t happen in my house. Not because my family are demanding. They aren’t. But I’m not just a writer. I’m a mom, too. I’m a pet mom. Today was a good example of why setting out specific time to write isn’t my thing.

When I opened the laptop and brought up the document to start adding to my latest story, one of the dogs got sick. Computer down, cleaned mess up. Sit down, start reading through what I’ve written to get caught up and another dog has to go outside. Computer down, dog outside. It’s cold (it was -20 with the windchill at times), so I have to keep an eye on the pup while he’s out. Bring him in, sit down and start working. Dog behind the couch…don’t know what she’s doing, but it can’t be good. Still not sure what she’d found, but again, had to put the laptop down. This was the time I had to myself and planned out for writing. So much for writing. I just can’t get into the headspace to write bondage when a dog is getting sick in the background.

So I’ll wait until later to write. I’ve got a couple hours after everyone goes to bed and maybe I’ll get a few words down then. Maybe not. But you can’t say I’m not trying. Grin. What about you? Does this happen to you? Ever get bogged down with other stuff and don’t get down to whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing? I’d love to know.

But yes, I am writing. Grin.

Thursday Movie Rundown ~ 50 Shades of Grey @MeganSlayer #movies #review #thoughts

Monday Movie Rundown BannerI have to start this review for 50 Shades of Grey with the following disclaimer: I only got 20 pages into the book before I couldn’t handle it and threw it across the room.

Sounds mean, doesn’t it? Lots of people loved the book. Lots. It’s funny because BDSM and that sort of play doesn’t bother me. I play. But I had lots of problems with the way the BDSM was portrayed in the book. The movie was no better. If possible, it was worse.

Jamie Dornan was the worst actor for the role of Grey. Or maybe he was the best. If he was supposed to be that wooden and hard to understand, then great. He nailed it. If he was supposed to have ANY sort of redeeming qualities and not come off as creepy and pervy, then they really missed the mark.

Dakota Johnson wasn’t any better. Her flip-flopping bothered me. The innocent factor should’ve been there, but wasn’t. This role seemed to be above her head.  The dialogue was horrible. So flat. The scenes were almost too over the top. Let’s fight, then go for a flight in an experimental plane? Um…no.

Then there were the play scenes. I don’t know who decided they should be done the way they were, but I wasn’t turned on or even mildly titillated by them. I wanted to smack Grey and ask Anna what the hell she was thinking. Good example…when she says she needs to know how it feels to be broken like him. Broken? Okay, explain…maybe show her, but to fully, complete might whack her with the belt… A – she wouldn’t had serious welts after two whacks. B – you can be fucked up all you want, but a little verbal description would’ve been nice. C – I didn’t get the catharsis or the thrill of it. The scene turned me off.  I didn’t see how someone who has no experience with sex (Anna) could get right into BDSM without much thought. Seriously. How did she know what she’d like/not like in the playroom without any real idea of what she liked/didn’t like in the bedroom? And him being a 26 yr old billionaire…it happens. Look at the celebutants. It can happen. But the way Grey conducted himself… Just no.

When I started watching this movie as a comedy, rather than a romance, I enjoyed it much more–and I still hated it. I’ll be honest. I didn’t like it. I thought the movie was foolish and ridiculous. Not romantic or fantastic or even having a kernel of fantasy to it. Simply dumb. Maybe you’ll think otherwise. I don’t know. Will I watch Darker? Um…that’s a big no.

Thursday Movie Review ~ Mannequin #moviereview @meganslayer #movie #review

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This week, I thought I’d talk about a movie I’d long wanted to see, but hadn’t had the chance. Mannequin.  There are certain movies that are revered as being an everyone’s seen this kind of movie. To me, Mannequin was one of those movies. I hadn’t seen it and I was missing out.

I have to admit, I’m a sucker for Andrew McCarthy movies. I don’t know. I guess it’s his special mix of silliness and nerdiness, while still being handsome that does something for me. This one didn’t disappoint.

Andrew McCarthy plays an artist-slash-window dresser who happens to lose his job (one of a hundred so it seems) and by coincidence, ends up at the store where Emmy happens to be. I loved Estelle Getty in this flick. She’s not Sophia from the Golden Girls and it’s refreshing. She’s got great comic timing. James Spader plays the baddie, yet again, quite well. I almost have a hard time liking him as a character when he’s NOT playing the bad guy. He does smarmy so well.  Meshach Taylor does a great star turn as McCarthy’s side-kick. He has the flair and was funny. A tad dated, but I could overlook it.

I’ll admit one must suspend their disbelief a lot for this movie. The premise is almost laughable, but I wanted escapism. I wanted a happy ending, too, and wasn’t in the mood for a Hallmark flick. I had a pretty good idea what I was getting when I started this film and I wasn’t disappointed. If you want something fluffy and a little ridiculous, but fun, then this might be the film for you.

Thursday Random Thought ~ When Writing Sports is Like Writing Christmas… with @MeganSlayer #christmas #sports #sportsromance

I hadn’t given much thought to writing about sports until this weekend. I know that sounds crazy, being that I’ve written some sports romances. I’m partial to football, but I like a good racing story and one involving baseball, too. I know nothing about hockey and never tried to understand it. Hockey, forgive me, but it isn’t my thing. Oh, I do like a good cross country race, too. Grin.

But this past weekend, I went to a baseball game, then was able to take in a scrimmage for my football team. I was in heaven, let me tell you. There’s nothing, to me, like watching a great game and seeing fantastic athletes in action.

I’ve been neck deep in writing Christmas stories. I’m all about a good holiday tale, too. Almost as much as I like my sports. Seems sort of odd, writing Christmas in July, doesn’t it? Well, it’s as screwy as it seems. It’s not easy. I’m hot and it’s uncomfortable outside, and I’m trying to write snow, chill and carols. It’s hard to be in the thrill of the season when it’s over 90 degrees.

Writing sports is like writing holiday stories. It is for me at least. I have to be in the mood to write about home runs and tackles. I can’t just write football out of season. It’s hard to think of baseball in the middle of a blizzard. But it’s possible. Then there’s running. I know runners go out in all sorts of weather, but I’m not wild about writing cross country stories when it’s a thunderstorm or snowing.

I’d never thought about the parallel between Christmas and sports until this past weekend. I’m at the baseball game and characters for a story in my Cedarwood series showed up. They chatted through the rest of the game. I could only hope to jot down what they’d said by the time I got back to write it down. I had a notebook with me, but hey, I was there to watch the game, too. I wanted to pay attention. Grin.

But now I know. The game was the inspiration. Same with the scrimmage the next day and watching the binge of Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel. All of them got me in the mood in one way or another to write the respective story. When I’m immersed, I want to write that sport or holiday. Not bad, really. I’ve always got the characters talking so a little inspiration never hurt.

Speaking of inspiration, I’ve got a goddess and a few faeries to talk to. In the mean time, enjoy this snippet from my football romance, Making the Play.
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Making the Play by Megan Slayer

Out of Bounds Series

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Novella

Sports Romance

Pride Publishing

 

Sometimes switching things up really does mean getting the guy.

Allan Clark thought his life as a wide receiver for the Wildcats was over the moment he was told he’d be the new punt returner. He’d thought he didn’t want to be a special teams player. He’d rather have the limelight. But once he starts returning punts, he realizes this was where he should’ve been all along. Speaking of perks, he now gets to spend time with the sexy kicker, Tyler Leigh. Maybe this switch is the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

Unlike Allan, Tyler isn’t planning on going into the draft or playing football for the rest of his life. He’s got other plans, though a side trip in the sheets with Allan isn’t off his radar. He’s wanted Allan since he joined the team. But Tyler’s got baggage and an overzealous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on making his life miserable. With Allan, he sees a bright spot.

Will these two seeming opposites leave their desires on the field, or will they find common ground together and score?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of masturbation, implied abuse as well as references to violence, physical assault and emotional abuse.

Available from Pride Publishing:

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/making-the-play

And from ebook retailers everywhere: https://books2read.com/u/mvYDRX

EXCERPT:

Copyright ©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Ride with me to Lorne’s. My car’s right over here and in the morning, we’ll call Dad. Deal?” He pressed the fob on his keys. The headlights on his coupé flashed as the doors unlocked. “Perfect for a twosome.”

“Okay.” Tyler inched up to the car. “Just— I can’t walk in with you.”

“Because of Blake and Devan?” The pair of asshats were starting to get on Allan’s nerves and they weren’t even within earshot.

“Yeah.”

“He can suck my ass.” Allan opened the car door for Tyler. “Get in. The bugs are starting to swarm under the bright lights and I don’t want to be eaten alive.”

Tyler acquiesced and slid into the passenger seat. He held his bag in both hands and didn’t look at Allan. “It’s nice. The car. You’ve got a nice car.” He blew out a long breath. “Sorry. I’m babbling.”

“You’re fine.” He shut the door and rounded the hood. Excitement surged through his veins. He had Tyler Leigh in his car. So the guy didn’t think he was popular. He probably didn’t think he was handsome, either. He was wrong. Popularity wasn’t that important, but damn, the man was cute. Allan collapsed onto the driver’s seat and basked in the comfort of the faux leather. Sitting down was a good thing for his aching body. He’d taken one too many hits on the last punt return and needed a break.

“I’m indebted to you,” Tyler said. “What do you want other than help with punts? Blow jobs? My ass?” His voice cracked.

Allan closed his car door and gripped the steering wheel. He wanted to lash out at Tyler, but having an attitude wouldn’t help the matter. Blake was the problem. Blake’s treatment of Tyler, to be more specific. The man was using Tyler and for some reason, Tyler didn’t seem to see he wasn’t worthless. Christ. He wasn’t even sure Tyler knew better.

“Sorry,” Tyler mumbled.

“No. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He had to be delicate. If he moved too quickly or without tact, he’d screw everything up. “Was Blake your first boyfriend?”