Resolutions, Schmezolutions… with @WendiZwaduk and @MeganSlayer

I’m horrible about resolutions. I admit it. I’m a procrastinator, but I love deadlines. I live for that stress of ‘oh crap will I make it’. Some might say I have issues that way. Bet you’d never guess I’m a pantser, too. I am.

This post is about my resolutions. Heh, heh. I’ve tried to make them before. I have. But I’m so horrible about keeping them. I probably set the bar too high, but that’s the kind of person I am.

Since I’ve been asked about my resolutions, I should probably make a few. It couldn’t hurt, right?

This year, 2017, I resolve to…

Write every day. Now I know this won’t happen EVERY day—at least not on the laptop. There will be some days I’m sick (I have a school-aged child) or won’t be home…but I’ll have my notebooks.

I’ll write in my notebook at least a few words every day. Hey, I’ve got a ton of the things and some really pretty ones. I should use them, right?

I’m going to use the fountain pen given to me for Christmas for more than just looking pretty in the box. Hey, it’s an awesome pen and it needs to be used for more than just being pretty. Plus, it looks cool on the page.

In 2016, I wrote over 565,000 words. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that again, but hey, it’s worth a shot to try…so I’ll try.

Those are my resolutions, for good or bad. I’ll do my best, but I also believe in giving myself the leeway to goof up and get back onto the horse. Things happen and if I learned anything in 2016, it’s that I can’t control everything I want to. But if I roll with the punches, bend without breaking and keep my chin up, I’ll be okay.

When the Story Gets Under Your Skin with @WendiZwaduk #reading #books #randomthoughts

This may seem like a book review type of post. It’s not. I’m not giving my suggestions onCheck it Out Banner what to read or how to read them. Nope.

This is my experience while reading.

Sounds odd, eh? Maybe. I like a story that grips me. One that makes me not want to put the book down…or the kindle down. Most often, I find those stories. I like to think I’m lucky, but it could be I’m savvy about what I want to read. I’m by no means a book snob. I’m willing to read a wide range of books. My favorite genres are music history, biographies and autobiographies, history, legal thrillers and romance – the hotter the better. Gotta read in the genre you write in, right? I think so.

Anyway, I happened to be reading this book for my book club and it’s not a story I’d have picked up. It was contemporary fiction. This wasn’t an easy read. That doesn’t mean it was bad. It just wasn’t a breezy type of story. I had to go back and reread more than a few times. But that’s not what this post is about.

The post is about the uncomfortableness of reading. I bet you’re wondering what I mean. I’m the type of reader who doesn’t mind if the hero dies (unless I’m very invested in him), but don’t you dare kill off/do a mischief to the dog/cat/cow/pet/etc. I don’t want to read about dead animals or dead little kids. Sorry. Those are my definite nos. I have a couple of other squick points (Things I won’t read), but those are the biggies.

So onto the book I just read. There were two squick points – one involving germs and things going in the mouth that shouldn’t and one involving nursing. I don’t mean the profession. I mean the act of feeding one’s young. Like I said, it made me uncomfortable. I understand why these devices were used to tell the story and on one hand, I could buy in. On the other, it was too gross IMHO. I kept having to stop and go back.

That said, the squick points stuck with me. I remember the story like I just read it. Of course I did just read it, but I not only got emotionally involved in the book and can’t get those moments out of my head.

Then there’s another book…this one was so gripping and vivid it felt real. Like a dream that wasn’t quite a dream. You know those… the dream is so realistic that you’re not sure if it was real when you wake up, but you KNOW you were dreaming? That was this other book. Two really. I got so emotionally involved in them and could’ve sworn I was one of the players. Okay, I know they were just books, but when you actually dream about a story that’s not yours…that’s heavy stuff.

Is this normal? Have you ever had that? Something was so disturbing that it stuck around in your mind? Or you got so emotionally involved in the book that it felt real? I’d love to know about. Tell me! I’m waiting.

Length or Girth?

So technically I’m on vacation. The boys dragged me away – ok, it didn’t take much – just sayin’. And you gotta admit, I got you snagged in with that post title. Don’t lie. I know it did. (That was my point.)

All silliness aside, I wanted to pop on here and post a question. I’m in the midst (I’d like to say homestretch) of a short story and I keep wondering as I approach my anticipated word count (I plan to go over, but how much is up for debate), how short is too short?

I’ve read some stories that are say…6k that are fantastic. Sometimes it shocks me how darn much gets packed into 21 pgs. At the same time, I’ve read some 70k work that is equally fantastic. Again, a lot going into those 300 pgs, but what makes it better or not than the 6k one?

I ask this because my story is right about 5k at the moment. Not earth shattering, I know. (I said it’s still under construction.) I’m a firm believer in the story will be the length its meant to be. You can probably make a 6k go on for 50k, but in the end is it worth it? I mean, did it just draw out the story for the sake of pages or was it really adding to the overall meat of the tale? I’ll tell you, I’ve read some 60k stories I thought could’ve been pared down to 30k and it would’ve made the story better.

Which do you prefer or does it not matter as long as the story is tight? Short? Long? Good story make the length irrelevant?

I’m dying to know. Really.

What Influences You?

Does your music influence your writing?

Mine does.

There are certain bands I listen to if I want to get into the mood to write an action scene and certain ones I put in the playlist if I want to write a sexy scene. I don’t necessarily use the words I hear, but rather run with the feeling the music evokes.

Think about it. If you listen to a slow, maudlin classical piece, it may evoke a depressing mood and make it easier to channel an empathetic feeling. If you listen to something like the 1812 Overture, I’m guessing it’ll make you think danger, danger, (will robinson) run away!

Have you ever heard a particular song and it just made you think…wow. And then a story idea comes to you? It could be a simple line in the song, like …already gone… You just have to write the story.

I have.

Speaking of tunes, mine are on and my brain’s working overtime. And since the boys are asleep for now… I’m off to write.

Everyday Kinky Challenge #2 with @MeganSlayer

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By Photo: Andreas Praefcke (Own work (own photograph))

[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons


It’s Everyday Kinky time!! Yeah! Grin. Hmm….where shall I run with the above picture? Hee hee. Read on!

Decoration, Copyright 2016, Megan Slayer

I’m not a girly man, so when my boyfriend sent me a text saying there was a present at the house and I opened the box to find thid crown…I was shocked. I said, I’m not a girly man. Hell. I’ve got more tattoos than a lot of tattoo artists. What in the name of God did he want me to do with the damn crown?

Garrison walked in the door and rested his hands on his hips. He scowled at me. “You’re not wearing the crown.”

I bit back a groan. Shit. I’m horrible at remembering things and this was a biggie. Our anniversary. Garrison wanted to celebrate the date we’d met.

“I asked you to wear my present and nothing else.” He crooked one eyebrow. “Well?”

Did I mention my boyfriend is a faery? Yeah, he is and his forte is beautiful things. He’d created this crown just for me. I bowed my head. “Yes, sir.” I whipped my shirt up over my head, then shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor. I’d do anything for my faery–even wear his crown on my dick. I draped the ring of jewels on my cock, then stood tall. “I’m ready, sir.”

“Yes you are. Happy anniversary to us.”

I shivered in anticipation. Yes, we were going to have the best anniversary yet…even if I forgot about it for a moment.

Everyday Kinky Challenge by @MeganSlayer

This was a cool hop not long ago and I’m not entirely sure what happened to it, but I thought I’d post my snippet of a story I wrote for the challenge.
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By Theme Park Mom [CC BY 2.0 (, via Wikimedia Commons


This is my contribution and is my copyrighted property. Please do not use or distribute without permission.

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

He told me to wait. I’m good at waiting, but not good at anticipating what he’ll do. My master is a good man, but he expects a lot from me. I wriggled in my seat. This morning, he filled my ass with a plug. I’m stretched good and tight. I love the feeling. My nipples have been hard all day. I want to touch myself, but he told me to wait. He also bound my cock in a cage. The gentle pressure reminds me of him stroking me. It also reminds me that he’s the one in control. Not me.

That’s where the scarf comes in. He bound me to this chair with the scarf. Do I want to run? To get away? Nope. I love this. I love our game.

So I sit here and wait for him to come home.

The Genesis of a Story

Often times, the stories I write have a kernel of truth to them. What do I mean, they have bits and pieces of my life in them. The story below was the genesis of my book, Careless Whisper. Sad part? The story below is a true story.

They boys bugged me to do this, so I will. This is a true story, which is what makes it even odder.

I went to buy a digital voice recorder to prove that ghosts exist and do talk to us. I get to the store and it’s raining, so my normally stylish coif is plastered to my head. Yeah, I was going for all-out sexy in a drowned cat fashion. Anyway, so I get to the location of the recorders, and the salesman stops me. This was our conversation. (And Kealie will vouch for me)

Salesman (Who was hot BTW): Can I get you anything?

MS: I came here for a digital voice recorder. This one. But it says the thing is on sale. Can you check?

SM: Sure. (He goes to check it on the computer.) How you doing today?

MS: I’m wet, cuz it’s raining.

SM: True. What’cha want this for?

MS: To listen to ghosts.

SM: (Shaking his head) You know ghosts don’t exist?

(At this point, the boys–when I told them–were furious, because being vampires, they know all the undead and ghosties and so forth do so exist.)

MS: (I looked him square in the eye.) Then YOU tell them that.

SM was stunned and hurriedly got his manager to assure me the price was the sale price. So we go to the register to check out. Now a person I know stops me and tells me she liked my free stories, but was Slayer my real name. Duh. Apparently, seeing my credit card, SM decided he needed to speak again — you know, dealing with the transaction.

SM: What nationality is that?

MS: I’m part Irish and part vampire, but don’t tell anyone about the Irish part. They tend to talk.

Again I got that blank stare. I dunno. Maybe he’s never heard of Irish people before.

What do you think?

Here’s a little bit about Careless Whisper

He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.wzcarelesswhisper

 The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

 Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

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